The old lady shaded her eyes and peered across at the waiting group.
“Feels sore, does he? Which one is it? How’d he do it?”
“He didn’t! I mean—Look here, ma’am, I want the key we left here last night! The key! Key!”
“Key?” asked the old lady mildly.
“Yes’m.” They could almost hear Chub’s sigh of relief. “We’re going to open the store. Mrs. Peel’s niece didn’t come.”
“You want the key?”
“Yes’m, please.”
“Are you the gentleman who left it here?”
“Yes’m.”
“What say?”