“You wait here,” he urged. “I’m lightest—and quickest, I think. Let me go on down and ‘snoop’ a little. He slammed the door so hard it jumped open a little—it’s Barney’s office!”
“Barney? He—do you suppose?—” Al was puzzled. “He told us to wait, though——”
“It’s never Barney. I’ll soon see——”
Curt was gone, tiptoeing, clinging close to the inner wall, where, he felt sure, the boards were so sturdy and well secured that they would be unlikely to creak.
In suspense his companions waited.
Soon, in the dim hall, they saw Curt returning.
“It’s—it’s—Mr. Parsons!”
“What’s he doing?” Al was eager.
“Hunting for something.”
“Those books, I’ll give you odds on it!” Bob spoke softly.