Dan did not answer. He stood peering in through the door he had shoved open. The old building was as quiet as a tomb.
“Brad—”
“Yeah?”
“This would be the perfect chance to make a last check of the place.”
“We were in the building once, Dan.”
“Not in the belfry. I’d like to find out what makes that bell tap so mysteriously. If we could learn the answer, it might clear up the case against the Cubs.”
“And if we were caught, or even seen, what then?”
“That’s a chance we’d have to take, Brad.”
“I don’t think Mr. Hatfield would like it,” the Den chief said, deeply troubled. “I’m as curious as you are, but it’s trespassing.”
“The Cubs already are in the soup,” Dan argued. “Unless we dig up some evidence that will help us, the trustees will carry out their threat to file suit.”