“That will help some!” answered Carl, extinguishing his electric.
Jimmie threw his light along the walls of the chamber and over the floor. There appeared to be no break of any kind in the white marble which shut in the apartment, except at one point in a distant corner, where a slab had been removed.
“Perhaps,” suggested Carl, “the hole in the corner is exactly the thing we’re looking for.”
“It strikes me,” said Jimmie, “that one of us saw a light in that corner not long ago. I don’t remember whether you called my attention to it, or whether I saw it first, but I remember that we talked about a light in the apartment as we looked in.”
“Perhaps we’d better watch the hole a few minutes before moving over to it,” suggested Carl. “The place it leads to may hold a group of savages, or a couple of renegades, sent on here to make trouble for casual visitors.”
“Casual visitors!” repeated Jimmie. “That doesn’t go with me! You know, and I know, that this stage was set for our personal benefit! How the Redfern bunch got the men in here so quickly, or how they got the information into this topsy-turvy old country, is another question.”
“I presume you are right,” Carl agreed. “In some particulars,” the boy went on, “this seems to me to be a situation somewhat similar to our experiences in the California mountains.”
“Right you are!” cried Jimmie.
The circle of light from the electric illuminated the corner where the break in the wall had been observed only faintly. Determined to discover everything possible regarding what might be an exit from the apartment, Jimmie kept his light fixed steadily on that corner.
In a couple of minutes Carl caught the boy by the arm and pointed along the finger of light.