“I sure wish I knew what it was that scared Pat half out of his wits,” he remarked meditatively. “For half a cent—”
“You’re not thinking of going in there?” Dan demanded.
“No-o, not now, anyway. I’d like to know, though, if the door to the coal chute still is unlocked. Anyone can get in and out of that building at will, and yet the Cubs are blamed for any damage done!”
Cutting across the church lawn, the two circled around to the rear of the property. Brad checked the coal chute door.
“Still unlocked,” he reported in disgust.
Dan had been trying the doors. One which opened into a rear corridor, swung inward at his touch.
“This is the limit!” he exploded. “Why any amount of damage could be done here! The place is wide open.”
“Yet Terry puts out he’s such a good caretaker! How those church trustees can claim to have any case against the Cubs is beyond me! It’s queer though—”
“About the place being open? Old Terry locked the building up tight as a drum that first day he was here with the trustees. I saw him check the doors myself.”
“Do you suppose someone else could have a key?” Brad speculated. “That is, someone besides the trustees?”