“Say, there must be a couple thousand here,” Brad said, making a rough estimate. “Maybe more. Where’d you say you found it?”
Dan showed him the place in the coal bin. “How d’you suppose it got here?” he demanded.
“That’s what I’d like to know. Someone must have hidden it here.”
“Sure, but who would leave a pile of money kicking around loose? Anyone who would risk it must be crazy.”
“I’ll bet a cookie someone hid it here in the empty bin—”
“The bin isn’t empty.”
“Of course it isn’t now,” Brad said impatiently. “But you remember the church has been closed. Coal probably was loaded in here only a day or so ago. It was heaved in through the chute and no one saw the box.”
“Your theory is as good as any,” Dan admitted. “Anyway, we’re rich.”
Brad gave a snort of disgust. “Rich, my eye! You’re not such a dum bunny as to think we can keep this money?”
“But if no one should claim it—”