“What’s the game?” he demanded, eying Chimp.
“Exactly,” said Mr. Braddock. “The game—what is it?”
Chimp’s nerves had recovered a little of their tone. His agile brain was stirring once more.
“You can’t do anything,” he said. “It wasn’t breaking and entering. I live here. I know the law.”
“Never mind about that. What were you up to?”
“Looking for something,” said Chimp sullenly. “And it wasn’t there.”
“Did you know Finglass?” asked Sam keenly.
Chimp gave a short laugh of intense bitterness.
“I thought I did. But I didn’t know he was so fond of a joke.”
“Bradder,” said Sam urgently, “a crook named Finglass used to live in this house, and he buried a lot of his swag somewhere in it.”