“I heard a little about it,” said the man, “but I’ve nothing to do with the people upstairs.”
“Then you don’t have the whole house?” asked Patsy.
“No, I only rent this store.”
“Do you know anything about the man who lives upstairs—the one who was robbed?”
“No; he never comes in here, and he rented the two floors above from the same man I rent this store. He’s only been here about six weeks or two months.”
“Well,” said Patsy, “I think I know pretty well who did the job. I think I know how they got into the house.”
“Oh, that’s clear enough,” said the saloon man. “They broke in that stairway door in the rear and picked the lock of the upper door.”
“I don’t think so,” replied Patsy; “in fact, I know they didn’t break the door in, for I know how that was done. But, I would like to get up to the top part of this house to see if I can find traces of the way I think they did get in.”
“How was that?”
“Through that scuttle,” said Patsy.