"Yes, that's what made aunt Nesta want to bring him over. Of course, there isn't the remotest chance that she will be able to make him come. Why should he come?" "Last time I saw Jimmy Crocker," said Jerry, "it was a couple of years ago, when I went over to train Eddie Flynn for his go with Porky Jones at the National. I bumped into him at the N. S. C. He was a good deal tanked." "He's always drinking, I believe." "He took me to supper at some swell joint where they all had the soup-and-fish on but me. I felt like a dirty deuce in a clean deck. He used to be a regular fellow, Jimmy Crocker, but from what you read in the papers it begins to look as if he was hitting it up too swift. It's always the way with those boys when you take them off a steady job and let them run around loose with their jeans full of mazuma." "That's exactly why I want to do something about Ogden. If he's allowed to go on as he is at present, he will grow up exactly like Jimmy Crocker." "Aw, Jimmy Crocker ain't in Ogden's class," protested Jerry. "Yes, he is. There's absolutely no difference between them." "Say! You've got it in for Jim, haven't you, Miss Ann?" Jerry looked at her wonderingly. "What's your kick against him?" Ann bit her lip. "I object to him on principle," she said. "I don't like his type. . . . Well, I'm glad we've settled this about Ogden, Jerry. I knew I could rely on you. But I won't let you do it for nothing. Uncle Peter shall give you something for it--enough to start that health-farm you talk about so much. Then you can marry Maggie and live happily ever afterwards." "Gee! Is the boss in on this, too?" "Not yet. I'm going to tell him now. Hush! There's some one coming." Mr. Pett wandered in. He was still looking troubled. "Oh, Ann--good morning, Mitchell--your aunt has decided to go to England. I want you to come, too." "You want me? To help interview Jimmy Crocker?" "No, no. Just to come along and be company on the voyage. You'll be such a help with Ogden, Ann. You can keep him in order. How you do it, I don't know. You seem to make another boy of him." Ann stole a glance at Jerry, who answered with an encouraging grin. Ann was constrained to make her meaning plainer than by the language of the eye. "Would you mind just running away for half a moment, Jerry?" she said winningly. "I want to say something to uncle Peter." "Sure. Sure." Ann turned to Mr. Pett as the door closed. "You'd like somebody to make Ogden a different boy, wouldn't you, uncle Peter?" "I wish it was possible." "He's been worrying you a lot lately, hasn't he?" asked Ann sympathetically. "Yes," sighed Mr. Pett. "Then that's all right," said Ann briskly. "I was afraid that you might not approve. But, if you do, I'll go right ahead."