"We saw all the quiet animals and Dip and the pretend Indians," Andy informed his mother. "I'm hungry."
"You can have cookies and a glass of milk but don't touch the cake. That's for dessert tonight."
"Where's Cathy?" Jerry thought to ask.
"Seems as if she said something about looking for something up attic," said Mrs. Martin.
Jerry forgot his hunger. It seemed to him a sneaky thing for Cathy to do, to go searching the attic while he was out of the house. Had she found Mr. Bartlett's money? If she had she would have been downstairs with it. But any second she might find it. Jerry rushed for the stairs.
Breathless, he arrived at the top of the second flight.
The attic was unfinished—low under the two gables. Against one of the high walls hung a row of garment bags. Mr. Bartlett's money was in the third one. Jerry tried to keep from looking at it. Cathy was smart enough to watch where he was looking. She was busy tossing stuff out of the bottom drawer of an old chest of drawers.
"What do you think you're doing?" Jerry asked her.
"Mummy's going to house-clean up here Monday. I'm helping by clearing out drawers."
"You mean you're snooping around to see what you can find."