Chapter 48

Mike opened the door and clumped down the stairs beyond. Fin’s eyes followed him desirously. How he wanted to have a look at that cellar! The key was in the door. How could one get possession of it long enough to have a duplicate made? With a duplicate key he could await his own opportunity for entering. Modelling wax was what you needed to take an impression. An idea leaped into Fin’s brain. Wax? Why not chewing-gum, then? His mouth was full of it! His next acts were purely instinctive. He started violently, and t…