"With brick uprights?" asked Iris, eagerly.
"Yes, that's right. Nice little house it is, too. Right on Maple Avenue, the prettiest street in that village."
Thanking the agent, the inquiring pair went on their way, rejoicing. And sure enough the house of Joe Young proved to be the very one where Iris had been taken.
They went in, and after introducing himself Stone learned that Mr. Young was decidedly interested in the Pellbrook mystery, and that his father had built the well-safe in Mrs. Pell's room.
Moreover, Young had attended the inquest, and had kept in touch with all the developments so far as he could learn them.
But it was impossible to associate him with the kidnapping of Iris. He was too frankly interested and sympathetic to be suspected of playing a part or deceiving them in his attitude toward them.
"Where were you a week ago Sunday?" Stone asked him suddenly.
"Why, let me think. Oh, yes, my wife and I went over to Meadville and spent the day with her mother's folks. Yes, that's what we did. Why?"
"Who was here in this house?" Stone went on.
"Nobody. It was locked up all day."