Greg, in the meantime, was executing a
silent jig over near the door of the room.
"Now, you can call up Dr. Davidson," suggested Cadet Prescott.
"I don't need to," replied the lawyer. "Dr. Carter has substantiated
all that you told me, and has informed me that Dr. Davidson is
ready to be called upon for the same information. Instead, I
shall call upon some one else."
An instant later the attorney called up another number.
"Hello," he said presently. "Connect me with Mr. Dodge. Hello,
is that you, Mr. Dodge? Can you reach your son readily? Oh,
he is there at the bank with you, is he? This is Mr. Griffin.
I shall expect you both at my office within five minutes. Yes;
about the Prescott matter. No; I can't tell you over the 'phone.
Both of you come here. Goodbye!"
As though to wind up the conversation abruptly, Lawyer Griffin
rang off and hung the receiver on its hook.
"Now, we'll wait and here the other side," remarked the lawyer
grimly.
"If the other side dares make its voice heard!" laughed Cadet
Dick Prescott.
There being now no need of silence, Greg Holmes relieved himself
of some noisy enthusiasm.
CHAPTER VIII
A FATHER'S JUST WRATH STRIKES
A very few minutes later a knock sounded at the door.
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