“Not through the door,” says he. “B-but it looks like somebody went out of it.”
“What I heard was an animal,” says I, “and animals can’t push bolts—at least not outside of a circus.”
“S-s-somebody pushed that bolt,” Mark says, stubbornly.
“All right,” says I. “Who was it?”
“I’d give a dollar to know,” says he.
“Sure you locked it?” Plunk asked.
Mark looked at him like he does when somebody’s said something ridiculous.
“That b-b-bolt was pushed,” he stuttered.
“Well,” says I, “we’ll lock it now, anyhow,” and I slammed the door shut and pushed the bolt. “Now let’s git back to bed.”
“I don’t like the idee of somebody sneakin’ around this place while we’re asleep,” says Binney.