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In Poor Quarters
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"Mercy!" she exclaimed, glancing at her watch, "it's after six. I'm away late for supper."
"So am I. See you to-morrow."
"Surely. But, Frank—"
"Yes?"
Callie hesitated, then looked directly into his eyes. "Frank," she said, "if your father, somehow, doesn't clear up this affair, you and Joe simply must do it! You must! For the Robinsons. It means so much to them."
"Dad won't fall down on it. Don't worry. And Joe and I are giving all the help we can."
His confidence was contagious. Callie brightened up immediately.
"In that case," she said, gaily, "the mystery is as good as solved. The three best detectives in the world are working on it. Good-bye, Frank."
With that she ran lightly into the house.
