"Why, you see—well, I haven't worked that out yet," he confessed. "I've just got to where the old millionaire's beautiful daughter sends for 'Young Sleuth' to unravel the mystery and bring her father's murderer to justice. It's going to be a peach of a story, all right!"
"Sounds so," returned Dick, sighing with relief as the buggy turned to the right into Common Street. "You must read it to me when you get it finished. It wouldn't be a bad idea to get 'Young Sleuth' to work for us here, Fudge, and find a football coach."
"That's right! Isn't it the limit for Farrell to leave us like this? I hope they turn him down good and hard when he comes back in the Spring and wants to coach the nine again!"
"I guess he couldn't do anything else, Fudge. Farrell's all right. You or I'd do the same thing probably if we got word that our mother was very ill in Ireland and wanted to see us. We'd do just as Joe did; pack up and go back there."
"Maybe," agreed Fudge. "But it leaves us in an awful hole, doesn't it? Lanny White says he doesn't know where to look for a new coach, and it's pretty late, too. Mr. Grayson told him he
