"No, I'm going to keep it to myself."
Page looked immensely relieved, while Ford, after a doubtful glance at both of them, turned his attention again to the chimney. He pushed the secret door back into place and then opened it again.
"Mighty funny idea, isn't it?" he said, half to himself. "Certainly, nobody would ever believe that that fireplace could be opened without a pickax."
"I supposed it was solid," responded Page, "and got at the secret entirely by accident."
"Opens easy, doesn't it?"
Ford kept opening and shutting the door.
"If this was in the olden times," he said, "when men had to hide from enemies, what a racket it would be to shut one's self in here and then climb out through the chimney."
Frank turned his back again to conceal his chuckle, while Page answered that he thought it would be a good scheme. Then he added:
"I think I'll take the door down and make a fireplace of it."
"And not get your bird back?"