“Well, beat it!” the man said curtly. “You have no business on the property. Get moving!”
Before Chips or the other Cubs could make any reply, he slammed the basement door in their faces.
CHAPTER 9
A “Deserted” House
“Well, how do you like that?” Dan muttered as the Cubs gathered in a group near the newly constructed house.
“Who was he, Brad?” Midge asked the Den Chief. “Not the contractor?”
“No, I never saw this fellow before—although his voice sounded sort of familiar.”
“Maybe he’s one of the workmen,” Red said uneasily. “After all, we are on private property.”
“I had permission to come here for those discs,” Brad insisted. “Furthermore, I don’t believe that fellow was a workman. He didn’t talk like one.”
“Or look like it either,” added Chips. Of all the Cubs, he was the only one who had obtained a clear view of the man.
“You didn’t know him, did you?” Dan inquired.