It was nearly noon when some one hammered on the office door and awoke Brick, who wrapped a blanket around himself and went to the door. It was Barney Devine. He stepped inside and Brick closed the door behind him.
“Kinda forgot to wake up,” smiled Brick, shoving out a chair for Barney. “Set down while I put on some clothes.”
Harp awoke and sat up, rubbing his eyes.
“Hallo, Barney!” he said hoarsely. “How yuh comin’?”
“With a little news,” said Barney seriously. “I heard about Soapy Caswell a few minutes ago, and I’m bringing more grief. Last night, or rather about two o’clock this morning, somebody dynamited my safe.”
“Dynamited your safe?” Brick had his shirt half-way on, and his head popped out of the collar like a jack-in-the-box.
“Completely,” nodded Barney. “In fact, they ruine
