Brent had the luck to find his hammer almost at once, and he was up the ladder again and hammering hard before Louis Blanc had satisfied his curiosity. Bibi looked up at him, puzzled.
“Oh, there you are!”
“I shan’t drop it again, monsieur. There is no need for a tin helmet.”
He saw Bibi’s teeth.
“A nice little hoard you have here. Did you buy it?”
“We bought it by working for it, monsieur.”
“You stole it,” said Bibi.
Brent paused, smiling.
“Look here, monsieur, you tempt me to drop the hammer on you.”
“Try it, my boy, try it.”