But the door was locked.
"This is the way up, I feel sure," said Dick.

"Somebody has locked the door as a safeguard." "Then, I'm afraid, we'll have to give it up." "Not yet, Songbird." Dick had been looking over toward the rear of the butcher shop.

"See, the painters are at work here and have left one of their ladders.

Wonder if we can't move it over and put it up under one of those windows ?" The matter was talked over for a minute, and then the two boys took hold of the long ladder and did as Dick desired.
"This may be a wild goose chase," was Powell's comment.

"And if it is, and Mike Sherry discovers us, he'll want us to explain.