"And upon entering you found things as we see them now?" continued the detective, with an incredulous air.
"Yes."
"Do you carry a key to those doors?"
"Yes. Both the cashier and myself have keys."
"Suppose you give them to me."
Frank motioned toward his pocket, into which Detective Hook now thrust his hand, drawing forth the keys, and embracing the opportunity to search the boy thoroughly at the same time, but finding, as a matter of course, nothing to further indicate any connection with the affair.
He examined the keys attentively, and turning, tried them in the lock of the door.
One of them fitted perfectly.
The detective appeared surprised.
"You told the truth, then, my boy," he said, regarding the handsome face of the youth before him meditatively as he spoke. "I don't know what to make of this. Either you are other than what you seem to be, or I've been most outrageously sold."