“Right!”
“Where are we, chief?”
“I’ll show you. Sit on that stool—the one you just now fell over.”
Nick turned the light on the stool, and also revealed that a similar stool was by its side.
The chief sat on one stool and Chick sank upon the other. This brought their faces close against the wall.
“Move that little, round piece of wood in front of you, Chick. It works on a pivot. I have another one here.”
“Gosh!” ejaculated Chick. “It’s a peephole!”
“Yes. It’s in the carved frame of a big picture. That prevents the hole being observed from the other side. We are now looking into the dining room. I suppose this narrow place we are in was used when negroes were being helped to freedom. Anyhow, it’s mighty useful to us now. I’m glad Howard Milmarsh’s father showed it to me.”
“Why did he do it?”