- cialists hadn't forgotten him at all, and every now
and then they tried to kill him, do you see. Well, that's the clue 'Young Sleuth' discovers, and so he tracks the Socialists and goes to one of their meetings in disguise and they find he's a spy and he has a terrible time getting away from them with his life. I haven't got that far yet, though. I'm where he has just discovered about the Socialists. I've got eight chapters done."
"Fine," said Dick, folding his collapsible lunch-box. "How about the movie play, though? Done anything with that yet?"
"N-no, I thought I'd better finish the story first and then dramatize it afterwards. That's the way they generally do it. Maybe I won't make it into a play at all, though. I read the other day that they don't pay much for them. I guess I'll have it published in a book first, anyway, wouldn't you?"
"Yes," replied Dick a trifle absent-mindedly. "Look here, Fudge, you seem an inventive sort of chap. Why don't you get your brains to working for the team?"
"How do you mean, team?" asked Fudge inelegantly.
"I mean try your hand at inventing a couple of
