Good night!" Only a little louder snore served as the son's answer.

Mr.Finbrink went out, closed the door and his footsteps sounded down the hallway.
"Whew!" gasped Master Timmy, opening his eyes presently.

"That was a mighty narrow squeak! But I got out of it this time.
That Tom Reade is a sure enough wonder!" Mr.Finbrink, however, had slipped back, catfooted, and was now outside the door, where he could hear the barely audible mutterings of his son and heir.
"So it was Tom Reade, eh ?" murmured Mr.Finbrink, as he started for the stairs in earnest this time.

"I might have guessed it was Tom Reade.

He has genius enough for even greater things than that.