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A few ht fro voice, made his way up there He found theh closets along the walls--the floor littered with an incongruous assortment of attic objects--two battered trunks, a clothes ha machine, a broken-backed kitchen chair, two dilapidated suitcases and a shabby satchel thatcase--in one corner a grihted for years

But he also found Miss Cornelia holding her candle to the floor and staring at so at a line of white spots by theShe stooped and touched the spots with an exploratory finger

"Fresh candle grease! Noho do you suppose did that? Do you remember how Mr Gillette, in Sherlock Holmes, when he--"

Her voice trailed off She stooped and followed the trail of the candle grease away fro gaze of Mr Gillette as she reht to the fireplace!" she ravity Bailey repressed an involuntary sht

She stared at the h my mind for the last few minutes that no chimney flue runs up this side of the house!" she said

Bailey stared "Then why the fireplace?"

"That's what I'ri it for secret springs

"Jack! Jack!" It was Dale's voice, low and cautious, co of the stairs

Bailey stepped to the door of the trunk room

"Come in," he called in reply "And shut the door behind you"

Dale entered, turning the key in the lock behind her

"Where are the others?"

"They're still searching the house There's no sign of anybody"

"They haven't found--Mr Anderson?"

Dale shook her head "Not yet"

She turned toward her aunt Miss Cornelia had begun to enjoy herself oncevarious corners and sections of the mantel itself, she reht, with a sniff of scorn, that she could better the panels and hidden drawers in detective stories and the detective discovered the for a hollow sound in answer She rapped on the wall above the mantel--exactly--there was the hollow echo she wanted