“Don’t be a calf, Jerry. Come on.”
Bang!
All of a sudden a hinged board came down of its own weight, striking Scoop, who had taken the lead up the stairs, on the head. And in the same moment a pan clattered to the floor. [[86]]
I was scared stiff.
“Who’s there?” the soap man whispered hollowly down the stairs.
Scoop rubbed his head.
“Why don’t you kill a fellow?” he growled.
“Um.… What are you doin’ in here?” came the suspicious inquiry.
“We came to settle up.”
“Got some money fur me?”