“Where on earth did you get those?” asked Jimmy.
“Out of one of de rooms. Dey belonged to one of de loidies. It was de easiest old t’ing ever, boss. I just went in when dere was nobody around, and dere dey was on de toible. I never butted into anyt’ing so soft.”
“Spike!”
“Yes, boss.”
“Do you remember the room you took them from?”
“Sure. It was de foist on de——”
“Then just listen to me for a moment, my bright boy. When we’re at breakfast to-morrow you want to go to that room and put those things back—all of them, mind you—just where you found them. Do you understand?”
Spike’s jaw had fallen.
“Put dem back, boss?” he faltered.
“Every single one of them.”