Jim was in the lead and he peered into the room, finally raising the window noiselessly in order to see better. He turned to his waiting friend.
“It doesn’t seem to be a bedroom,” he informed him. “Looks more like some kind of a study. I can see a table and an armchair, and a little light comes in from the hall. I guess this is just the kind of a room we are looking for.”
“Then let’s get in and go a-snooping,” urged Terry.
Jim raised the window fully and stepped into the room, Terry following closely at his heels. They paused to make out their surroundings, when Terry gripped Jim’s arm tightly.
“Somebody in this room!” he hissed.
Before Jim could move someone stepped out of the closet and confronted them. For a single instant there was a silence that froze them, and then the light from the hall fell on the features of the one who stared at them.
“Don!” they whispered.
A sigh of pure relief broke from the one who had stepped out of the closet. “Boy, oh boy,” Don returned. “You two fellows scared me out of a year’s growth!”
“You gave us a mighty good start, too,” returned Terry as they moved close to him. “What are you doing in here?”
“I have the cup!” Don replied.