"Have to come out in the rain--daren't trust him an inch--just like him to go off and leave the door unlocked--" With a last grunt or two the mumbling ceased.

The light was switched off, and Bud heard the doors pulled shut, and the rattle of the padlock and chain.

He waited another minute and crawled out.
"Might have told me there was a father-in-law in the outfit," he grumbled to himself.

"Big a butt-in as Marie's mother, at that.

Huh.
Never saw my suit case, never noticed the different numbers, never got next to the chains--huh! Regular old he-hen, and I sure don't blame Foster for wanting to tie a can to the bunch." Very cautiously he turned his flashlight on the face of the automobile clock.