“Locate it first—that would be my suggestion,” came from Ruth.
“It was in the cellar!” declared Neale.
“That’s what I’d say,” remarked Nalbro.
On this point there seemed to be little doubt.
“If it had been in the upper part of the house we’d have heard Mrs. Mac or Linda up and about by now,” asserted Ruth. “It was below us here—in the cellar, I’m sure.”
“It came right after that clap of thunder,” said Nalbro. “At first I thought we’d been struck.”
“The rumble of the thunder might have rattled down something in the cellar,” suggested Agnes. “I’ve known it to bring down a stack of tins in the pantry.”
“Maybe part of the swinging shelf and some of the glass jars that didn’t fall before, took a tumble now,” suggested Ruth.
Luke shook his head.
“If you had seen that shelf, after the children had finished with it, you wouldn’t say there was anything left to fall,” he remarked. “It was a wreck.”