"Yer got me thar, Piper. Bless me—I don't know."
"Perhaps you will tell us that some woodland fairy boldly entered through a crack under the door, moved her little wand, and presto—the furs sailed through the air and landed on the shelves again—is that it?" asked Piper, with a sarcastic smile.
"Never seen sich chaps as ye be," said Yardsley, impatiently. "How many more times must I tell yer the joke's on me?"
"It strikes me," put in Bob Somers, quietly, "that we can soon find out how the cabin was visited."
"Of course," laughed Dave, "they either came in through the doors or window. Don't think we need consider the stovepipe."
"Well, the door we came in by was pad-locked, I believe," said Piper, stiffly.
"Quite correct."
"And the window is probably fastened."
Piper led the way into the main room, and Dave tried the window.
"Correct, again," he said.