Helen reluctantly admitted, that, although she did not know, she could form an idea.
“Where?” asked Armstrong, eagerly.
“In the pantry, at the west corner of the house.”
“Humph! And do they lock the door at night?”
“Yes; but the key remains in the lock.”
“So far, so good. Does any one sleep in the lower part of the house?”
“No one.”
“Better still.”
A moment afterwards, Armstrong added, a new thought striking him,—