“I haven’t thought anything about it,” retorted the boy. “But from the yell you let out just now, I judged somebody was being murdered.”
“We had to make you hear,” Eve explained sweetly. “We’ve been sitting here for two hours!”
“Why don’t you try sitting somewhere else then if you’re tired of it?”
“Better view of the scenery from here,” she told him. “By the way, you don’t happen to have a ladder in that wagon of yours, do you?”
“What do you think I am—the hook and ladder company?”
“Well, I just thought I’d ask.”
I felt that we weren’t getting anywhere. “Look here Mr—er——”
“Doe,” the boy supplied glibly. “John Doe.”
Eve giggled.
“Well, Mr. Doe,” I continued, “to put the case briefly, what we want most just now is to get down from this roof.”