"Yes, sir," answered Dentham quickly. "I'm out and in it a dozen times a day, there's wood and coal stored there."
"Doesn't seem much use examining the cellar!"
"In that case I fail to see that there can be any secret hiding-place," said Olive in despair. "You are quite sure, Dentham, you did not hear the doctor or Mr. Lancaster leave the room."
"Quite sure, mum," replied Dentham decisively, "my room is above, but I wasn't in it, as I came out and looked over the stairs, so if either of 'em left the room I'd have seen as well as heard."
"Then," observed Olive disconsolately, "this disintegration theory—"
"Is all bosh," interrupted Teddy angrily. "I don't believe in theosophy, and as I told you, even if they can disintegrate bodies they can only meddle with their own and not with those of other people—there must be some secret hiding-place to which the entrance is from this room."
"But where?" demanded Olive, "walls, roof and floor all give no clue."
Teddy fastened his eyes upon the chimney.
"What about the fireplace," he asked, going over to it and surveying its cumbersome proportions.
"Oh, there's nothing there, sir," said Dentham with a wriggle of scorn.