“Have you a secure place to keep our friend here?” asked Luke.
The farmer paused before he answered.
“I might put him in the attic,” he said.
But here his wife interfered.
“I couldn’t sleep if he were in the house,” she said.
“Why not?” asked Luke. “You see he is securely bound and will be as helpless as a child. Will you show me the attic?”
“Follow me,” said the farmer.
They went up two flights of stairs and found themselves in a long room, the whole width of the house. Through the center rose the chimney. The sloping roof was not plastered. The only furniture consisted of a cot bedstead and a chair.
“Is the attic occupied by any of the family?” asked Luke.
“Not generally. When I hire an extra hand at harvest time he sleeps there.”