“He’ll get up at midnight,” I said.
“What for?”
“He’s been coming to the brick house every night at midnight.”
“That’s so. I wonder why he waits till midnight to try the doors. Queer.”
“Everything he does is queer,” I returned.
Scoop nodded.
“Gennor must have been hard up for a spy to hire him.” [[141]]
We went to the tree where the rope was tied.
“Do you really believe,” I inquired, “that the money is hidden in the office?”
“I’d sooner think it’s there than in the stone wall.”