“Well, if your grandfather said you could go in, it’s all right with me. The key’s in the left-hand front drawer of my desk in the living room.”
Ronnie went back into the house. Phil was seated at the desk putting together a model airplane. “What’re you after?” he demanded, as Ronnie pulled open the desk drawer.
“Nothing.” Ronnie was evasive. He found the key and pocketed it.
“Hey! That’s the key to the locked-up building!” Phil protested.
“I know it. Gramps said I could use it.”
“He did! Boy, you really rate with him, don’t you?”
“You can come along if you want to.”
Phil thought it over. “Naw, I’ll stay here and finish this up. It’s too hot outside. Besides, there’s nothing in that building that isn’t in all the rest. Just a lot of dust and dirt and a few rats’ nests.”
Ten minutes later Ronnie had the door of their office open and was sitting on the doorsill waiting for customers. He had the key to the locked-up building in his pocket, but somehow it didn’t seem quite fair to Bill to go inside without him.
After a while Ronnie got tired just sitting and doing nothing, so he went inside and finished up the sign he had been working on. Then he found a rock and an old nail and using these, tacked the sign into place over the top of the door.