shades be lowered with closing time three hours away?
They reached the front door, and Aubrey was about to seize the handle when Roger halted him.
"Wait a moment," he said. "Let's go in quietly. There may be something queer going on."
Aubrey turned the knob gently. The door was locked.
Roger pulled out his latchkey and cautiously released the bolt. Then he opened the door slightly—about an inch.
"You're taller than I am," he whispered. "Reach up and muffle the bell above the door while I open it."
Aubrey thrust three fingers through the aperture and blocked the trigger of the gong. Then Roger pushed the door wide, and they tiptoed in.
The shop was empty, and apparently normal. They stood for an instant with pounding pulses.
From the back of the house came a clear voice, a little tremulous:
"You can do what you like, I shan't tell you where it is. Mr. Mifflin said——"
There followed the bang of a falling chair, and a sound of rapid movement.
Aubrey was down the aisle in a flash, followed by Roger, who had delayed just long enough to
