“I’ve looked everywhere. There couldn’t be a toothpick in that thing without I’d have found it.” He expelled a long breath and his face grew bleak. “Know what I think?”
“What?”
“That little oil can, Chimp, has slipped one over on us—told us the wrong place.”
The plausibility of this theory was so obvious that Mrs. Molloy made no attempt to refute it. She bit her lip in silence.
“Then let’s you and me get busy and find the right place,” she said at length, with the splendid fortitude of a great woman. “We know the stuff’s in the house somewheres, and we got the place to ourselves.”
“It’s taking a chance,” said Mr. Molloy doubtfully. “Suppose somebody was to come and find us here.”
“Well, then, all you would do would be to just simply haul off and bust them one, same as you did the hired man.”