The back of the building that faced the railroad tracks had a large sliding door long since boarded up. On the side wall a door leading to the parking lot rattled open. A tall, old man carrying a box walked into the warehouse. The white-haired man looked sternly at the boys. "What are you doing in here?" he sneered.
Dale tried to hide his fear saying, "Um... my grandpa owns this building."
"Well he does not own the things from the mansion so you boys better get on out of here," the man grunted. Dale and Hal hurried out of the warehouse through the barber shop. As they shot out the door Dale called, "See you later Grandpa." In the warehouse the mansion's caretaker saw the fallen book. As he bent down to pick it up he muttered, "No respect for history."