"There's a sort of central pipe and wiring maze up here," I told him, "due to the plans we were forced to follow in building this house of yours. Those faint voices are carried through the pipes and wires for some reason of sound vibration, and hurled up here. Just tell me where you keep your radio, and we'll solve your problem."
Stoddard looked at me a minute.
"But we don't own a radio," he said quietly.
I was suddenly very much deflated.
"Are you sure?" I demanded.
"Don't be silly," Stoddard told me.
I stood there scratching my head and feeling foolish. Then I got another idea.
"Have you been up in that, ah, ornamental belfry since you moved in?" I asked.
"Of course not," Stoddard said. "It's to look at. Not to peek out of."