“You may look around, if you like,” Mr. Hatfield invited.
“Thanks, I’ll do that,” he replied.
Old Terry inspected the clubroom and then to the deepening annoyance of the Cubs and their parents, went down into the basement. Finally, he seemed satisfied that the missing freezers were not in the building.
“Mr. Treuhaft, won’t you have some cake and a dish of store ice cream?” Midge’s mother invited graciously.
“No, Ma’am, I won’t,” he declined the invitation. “I’m leaving now.”
He stomped out, allowing the door to bang behind him.
“Good riddance,” Red exclaimed.
The Cubs began to straighten the clubroom, preparatory to leaving. Everyone was tired and a little discouraged even though the party had been a success.
“Old Terry spoiled everything,” Dan said, expressing the sentiment of his Cubmates. “Do you suppose he could have been right?”
“About those stolen freezers belonging to the Christian Church?” Mr. Hatfield inquired.