Luke digested the announcement. Then he laughed.
“I’m too old for it,” he said. “Thank God!” And he added after a pause, “What are we going to do about it?”
Mr. Campion met his eyes. “I was thinking. How do you feel?”
“It’ll have to be reported,” Luke said at last. “ ‘Can be worn by young children for long stretches but terrified detective superintendent into a coma in less than one half minute.’ That’ll look well in triplicate!”
The matter was still unresolved when Helena came in to tell them that the children were in bed and that there was cold food in the parlor. But later still, when the meal was over and was being cleared away, Mr. Campion went after Luke, who had gone to take a call on the main house telephone, from which each floor had an extension. It was housed unexpectedly in
