“Call him, then, please, when you’ve finished your breakfast,” Wise directed, and returned to his study of the letter.
“I can’t understand it at all,” he groaned to Zizi, after breakfast was over.
Minna had gone to her room, and Rodney was reading the mail.
Wise and Zizi were in the hall, sitting on the sofa with the yellow pillows.
“This figures in it,” Zizi said, patting the yellow pillow that had held the little hairpin.
“As how?”
“Find that secret entrance first,” she said, drawing her pretty brows together. “That will explain ’most everything. And, Penny, it isn’t a secret passage, as they call it. It’s just a concealed entrance.”
“And through the cellar,—for you know, there was cellar dust on the library floor,—near the safe.”
“That only proved the man had been down cellar,—hiding probably until the time was ripe. I’ve scoured that cellar myself.”
“So have I, Zizi, and there’s not a loose stone in its walls or a trap in its floor,—of that I’m certain.”