have noticed three or four dark shadows with singularly human outlines lurking between the barn and the shop next door. And if, having caught sight of the shadows, they had played a flashlight upon them, they might not have been so sure that De Lacey Street had seen the last of the Callahans.
King Tut, having left a bone, on which a few fragments of meat still remained, in the car, scampered playfully beside Harold up the dark street.
