“Not yet.” Mrs. Robinson’s lips quivered. “It’s so hard for him,” she said. “Without a recommendation, you know. It looks as though he might have to go to another city to get work.”

“And leave you here?”

“I suppose so. We don’t know what to do.”

“It’s so unjust!” flared Paula. “Papa didn’t have a thing to do with that miserable robbery, and yet he has to suffer for it just the same!”

“Has your father⁠—discovered anything⁠—yet, Frank?” asked Mrs. Robinson hesitantly.

“I’m sorry,” admitted Frank. “We haven’t heard from him. He’s been away in New York following up some clues. But so far there’s been nothing. Of course, it isn’t often he falls down on a case.”