“Then, now, and always,” I added more seriously.
So then we all sat in silence, the two of them swinging in the seat.
“So there you are,” I said. “I don’t see that you’ve helped matters any, you’ve simply created a mystery.”
“What could be nicer?” said Brent.
“If the officials didn’t get their fists on the money, and if Mink Havers didn’t get it (which of course he didn’t), why, then, it’s still up there somewhere.”
“We’ll go and get it,” said Brent. “With my share I’m going to get a Ford sedan—don’t try to talk me out of it, I always wanted a Ford sedan.”
“Then, it’s still up there,” I said, with a complacent show of triumph.
No sooner were the words out of my mouth than I was sorry I had said them. For there sat Tom Slade staring at me as if seized by a sudden thought.
“Sure it’s up there,” he said. “But it won’t be, not when we get through.”
“Good heavens, you’re not going hunting for buried treasure?” I gasped. “I always knew you were a bug, but I never supposed you’d go in for the Captain Kidd stuff.”