“I just wondered.”
“Come across. What are you wondering about? Did someone see you up here?”
“Only Bixby. But—well, the silly part of it’s this. I didn’t know I’d missed one of those keys when I dumped them through that window. I suppose I dropped it in another pocket. Anyway, when I got back to Morris, that Indian, Standart, had a nose-bleed——”
“Who handed it to him?” asked Jimmy, eagerly.
Monty shook his head. “That’s what I hoped, but it wasn’t so. He just has ’em for fun. Well, I remembered that if you put something cold against the back of your neck you generally stopped it. I mean the nose-bleed. So I did the Good Samaritan act and fished out a key——”
“You howling idiot!”
“Take the money, Jimmy. I didn’t think anything about it being one of those keys; didn’t stop to think that it was a key, I guess; and Standart got hold of it, and wanted to know how I came by it.”
“Did you tell him you found it?”
“Something of the sort. I tried to be careless about it, but——”
“It’s all up, dearie! Still, maybe Standart won’t peep, eh?”