CHAPTER XI

THE HAPPY PATERFAMILIAS SOME fifteen minutes later he sent once more for Sergeant Ormsby. “You have a son, haven’t you, Ormsby?” he asked. “A nipper of about ten?” “That’s right, sir.” “A smart lad, able to put through a bit of play-acting?” Ormsby smiled. “If you had seen him doing Tom Mix in ‘Miss Hook of Hollywood’ at a children’s show out our way you wouldn’t need to ask.” “The very thing. Could you spare him for an hour or two to-morrow?” “Of course, Mr. French. He’s on holidays now in any case.” “Then how wou…