“Well?” asked Ruth.
“No one was there!” announced Agnes in a strained voice.
“No one?”
“Not a soul!”
“The street’s deserted—a regular rain-swept desert!” remarked Hal.
“That is strange,” murmured Ruth. “Someone must have rung the bell. I wonder——”
At that moment a cry came from the cellar—a cry that caused them all to start.
It was Luke’s voice!
“What’s the matter, old man?” called Neale, for the cry had in it something of terror and alarm.
There was no answer.