"Then what is Miss Kingdon doing in the cellar?"
"I don't know, but it's not what you think."
"Well," said Godfrey, rising suddenly, "I'm not going to theorise about it any longer—I'm going to find out."
"To find out?" I echoed, rising too.
"Yes—I'm going to enter the house."
"But you'll be committing a felony."
"Oh, I don't think I'll have to break in. I believe that door yonder is unlocked, Lester. Lucy Kingdon came out of it, and I'm pretty sure it hasn't been locked since."
"That makes no difference," I pointed out. "If you turn the latch, you are, legally, just as guilty as if you picked the lock."
"Well, I'm going to take the risk," and he stooped over and slipped off his shoes. "Suppose you stay here and give the alarm if any one comes."
"That would make me an accessory just as much as going along," I objected.