“Well, what are we going to do about it?”
“I don’t know that there is anything to do. In the first place we probably are on a wild goose chase and I fail to see why we should bother with him any longer.”
“Nor I. Still I am curious.”
“My curiosity is not entirely satisfied either. What do you say? Shall we let him go or shall we try and get in and see what it’s all about?”
“Well,” said Frank, “we have followed him this far. We might as well stay for the finish, whatever it may be.”
“All right, then. Let’s see if we can get in.”
Two doors away from the tobacco shop a narrow alleyway led toward the rear. Making certain that no one was watching them, the boys slunk into this and made their way to the rear of the shop.
Here they looked around carefully. Not a soul was in sight. Near by stood a barrel. Frank dragged it close to a little window in the room behind the shop and while Jack stood on guard, Frank climbed up and peered in.
The blind was drawn, but it did not reach the bottom by an inch. The opening was just level with Frank’s eyes when he stood upon the barrel.
He looked in, exercising the greatest care to avoid detection. His eyes beheld a strange sight.