“No.”
“Who did then?”
“My father.”
“How’d he come to know about it? Who peached?”
Hal decided to throw off his reserve and explain.
“Well, you see, after we left the thing on Perry’s porch some other crowd must have come along and picked it up and brought it to our house. That wouldn’t have been so bad, but those fellows, whoever they were, broke it.”
“Gee whiz! Is it bust bad?”
“Yes. Broke in two. Ruined.”
“That’s a crime! Let’s see!”
Slicker lifted the burlap carefully and inspected the broken image.