“What! All of it?”
“Yes, all of it. Every case and every bottle. Nothing missing.”
Dick whistled in surprise.
“If that’s true, they’ve taken something else.”
“But there’s nothing else down here in this cellar that anyone could possibly want. I mean, nothing of value.”
“Are you sure?” gasped Dick.
“Absolutely.”
“But I tell you, they came up the cellarway carrying two burlap sacks—sacks full of something. I saw them with my own eyes, Mr. Scott. I wasn’t dreaming. I tell you they took something.”
The factor scratched his head, continuing to stare at Dick, an expression of wonderment in his eyes.
“That beats me. Don’t know what to make of it.”