“Just picked a loaf off the counter and had it wrapped up?”
“Why, yes!”
“Didn’t notice anything unusual about it?”
“No. What do you mean, Muggs? Isn’t the bread good?”
“And we got right into the car with it and came here and put it with the other stuff on the table in the kitchen——”
“Yes—yes! What’s the trouble?”
“Did you notice the top of the loaf carefully when you picked it up?”
“Yes, confound you! What——”
“And the old Dutchman wrapped it up right under your eyes, didn’t he? And we brought it here, as I said, and I unwrapped it and put it on the table when I unwrapped the other things. I looked at it when I did that—I know I looked at the top of it, and there wasn’t anything the matter with it then—and that was less than two hours ago, wasn’t it?”
“Muggs, if you don’t tell us——” Verbeck began.