“Then why were you snooping around?” thundered Bernard.
Stimson glanced, with a shadow of a smile, at Landis, who had joined his older companion in the doorway.
“Just curiosity, sir!” he quoted softly.
“Curiosity killed the cat!” suggested Landis.
“Yes, sir. So I believe. I must have made more noise than a cat, however, or Mr. Bernard would not have heard me!”
“You get back to the kitchen and stay there,” ordered Bernard very quietly.
Stimson turned and went.
CHAPTER XXIII
THE WORST POSSIBLE TASTE
When the butler’s footsteps had died away to silence, Landis began to chuckle.