They walked in, too dumfounded to speak, and when they did speak their voices sounded strange to each other within the dark, empty confines of those old dried board walls.
"Somebody must have broken in through the small door," said Fido.
"It's closed and locked," said his companion.

"How about the fastening on the big one ?" "It's all O.K.; nobody's been breaking in, that's sure." "You don't mean to tell me S.N.would lock the small door and then come away leaving the big one open, do you ?" Nick asked incredulously.
"Well, what then ?" his comrade retorted with greater incredulity.

"If both doors were closed and fastenings are all right now, could anybody get the car out?
They left the big door open--that's what they did." "They never did that," said Nick; "look here, here's a fresh finger print on the door--you can smell the oil on it.

Here, wait till I light another match.

S.N.did what he always does, he opened the hood and turned on the oil pet-cock and fussed around and then pulled the door shut.