gate. But until they find who did take the stuff Mr. Robinson is out of a job and nobody will hire him."
"Isn't that too bad? I'm going over to see Paula and Tessie and Mrs. Robinson to-night. Where are they living?"
Frank gave Callie the address. Her eyes widened.
"Why that's in one of the poorest sections of the city! Frank, I had no idea it was that bad!"
"It is—and it'll be a lot worse unless Mr. Robinson gets work pretty soon. Slim's earnings aren't nearly enough to keep the family yet."
"Isn't there any chance that Mr. Robinson will be cleared?"
"That's what's worrying me. Dad is working on the case."
"Then why should you worry?" said Callie triumphantly. "Why, that means it'll be all cleared up. Your father can do anything!"
"I used to think so, too. But he seems to be stuck, this time."
"What's the matter?"
"He went to New York almost a week ago with some clues that Joe and I were certain would clear up the affair, and so far we haven't heard from him, only to know that the case was harder than he expected."
"But he hasn't given up, has he?"
