7/11 Yours, too." "Mr.Trapp's waiting for me," I answered stupidly. "We'll have to cut out of this." He pointed downward on the side away from the street. "He wanted his chimneys swept this morning. We knocked--Mr.Trapp and I--and no one answered: then we tried the door, and it opened. There was no one about, and no one in the street but Sergeant Letcher." He began to shake. |