“All through, Barney?” he asked.
“Ya!”
“Satisfied?”
“Ya!––come on!”
The second officer turned to the box upon which he had been sitting.
“Some box this!” he exclaimed, kicking it with his foot. “Guess we’d better see if there’s anyone under the wood pile.”
He got down and commenced to throw a few pieces off the top.
Eileen’s heart stopped beating.
The detective at the door came over with a look of supreme contempt on his face. He lifted the lid of the stove and spat some tobacco juice into the fire, then he went over to his companion.