“Rather curious, isn’t it?” asked Phoebe, quite astonished by this report.
“Can’t say,” replied Chandler. “I’d trust Sam with all I’ve got—even with the United States mail. He’s the squarest man that ever walked.”
“I think so, too,” she agreed. “What other possible burglar do you know of?”
“I might have done it,” said he; “but I guess I didn’t. Toby might have done it; but I guess he didn’t. Holbrook might have done it; but I guess—”
“Had Mr. Holbrook any chance to take the box?” she asked quickly.
“A chance, but a rather slim one. I took him up to see the office and while we were there Hazel called me for something. So I left him sizing up the furniture and law books, to see if they were worth buying, and came down to the office. When I got back Holbrook was sitting down, looking through the books. That was the only chance he had, as far as I know, and I’ll swear he didn’t have the box when I locked up and we went away.”
“You didn’t see Mrs. Miller around that day?”
“No.”
“Nor Griggs the carpenter?”