“Just as well?” Brad echoed. “I don’t get it.”
“It’s no crime to look into the window of a church, Brad. Didn’t you act rather hastily?”
“I guess I did,” Brad admitted. “I was so anxious to catch that fellow I didn’t stop to think what the outcome might be if we did nail him.”
“Dan, did you recognize the person?” the Cub leader asked him.
“No, Mr. Hatfield, I didn’t. All I saw was a face flattened against the windowpane.”
“You think, though, that he was watching us count the money?”
“I’m sure of it.”
“It’s possible that the person—whoever he was—may have been the one who hid the money in the basement,” Mr. Hatfield said, thinking aloud. “On the other hand, it may have been a curious passerby attracted by our light in the study.”
“In any case, we were seen counting the money,” Brad pointed out.
“And that’s not good,” Mr. Hatfield completed, his face troubled. “I’d hate to have it noised around Webster City that we’ve found a box of money. It might make trouble.”