“I haven’t,” admitted Elk, “no false sense, anyway. Besides, Lola, I’m a family man. One of ten. And when there’s anything I shouldn’t see, just say ‘Shut your eyes’ and I’ll shut ’um.”
To all appearances there was nothing that looked in the slightest degree suspicious. A bathroom led from the bedroom, and the bathroom window was open. Flashing his lamp along the wall outside, Elk saw a small glass spool attached to the wall.
“Looks to me like an insulator,” he said.
Returning to the bedroom, he began to search for the instrument. There was a tall mahogany wardrobe against one of the walls. Opening the door, he saw row upon row of dresses and thrust in his hand.
It was the shallowest wardrobe he had ever seen, and the backing was warm to the touch.
“Hot cupboard, Lola?” he asked.
She did not reply, but stood watching him, a scowl on her pretty face, her arms folded.
Elk closed the door and his sensitive fingers searched the surface for a spring. It took him a long time to discover it, but at last he found a slip of wood that yielded to the pressure of his hand.
There was a “click” and the front of the wardrobe began to fall.
“A wardrobe bed, eh? Grand little things for a flat.”