They rounded the house, still on the lookout for stray policemen and when they entered the stableyard with its row or split doors opposite what had to be the main entrance of the house to judge from the coats and the row of Wellington boots Dill could see through the glass, Jasfoup paused.
“Just hold on a sec, would you?” He tried the door, which opened easily, and went inside.
Dill could hear him calling through the open door until his voice was swallowed by the house. He was just becomng worried that someone would spot him loitering in the yard when Jasfoup returned, a huge grin plastered onto his face.
“They've gone. They must have had a recall request. Another body to poke at or something.”
“There are no police left in the house?”
“Not a one, although they've left the place covered in fingerprint powder. Molly's livid, because of course she has to clean it all off.”
You couldn't have checked the house was clear earlier, I suppose?”
“Before you made me climb down that horrible ladder. With the house empty I could have come down the stairs like any normal person.”
“You're hardly normal, are you? Besides, it was fun watching you panic and I was curious to see what would happen to you if you had fallen off.”
“Your concern for my well being is touching.”
“Enjoy it. It's the closest I'll come to touching you.”