“Wait here while I have a look.”
“Go ahead.”
Chick glided away in the darkness, presently returning.
“I don’t think we can get in on the ground floor,” he said quietly. “The door and window shutters are of sheet iron, and all are securely closed.”
“Gee! that sure smacks of something doing.”
“I’m convinced of it, now.”
“Could you hear anything from inside?”
“Not a sound,” said Chick. “There is a way, however, by which we can look in.”
Chick pointed toward the roof.