“No, you can’t help, Callie. It’s about Slim.”
“Slim Robinson! Oh, yes! Wasn’t that too bad?” said Callie, with quick sympathy. “He had to leave school. They tell me he’s working.”
“In a grocery.”
“And he was so anxious to be a lawyer!”
“I was talking to him this morning. He pretends he likes the work he’s at, but I could tell he wishes he could get back to school again. I’m real sorry for him. And all on account of that confounded Tower robbery!”
“But nobody really believes Mr. Robinson did it!”
“Of course not. Nobody but Hurd Applegate. 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 tonight. 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!”