“Do you know, Chick, you have just about struck the nail on the head without meaning it?”
“I don’t get you.”
“You will in a few minutes. Here we are!”
They had gone up so many stairs that Chick had no clear idea of how high they were in the house, when Carter pressed on the wall to his right and opened a panel door like that which had admitted them to the mysterious region they had been in for so long.
This panel led into a large, lofty room, with the moonlight streaming through a skylight.
“What’s this, chief?”
“This used to be Howard Milmarsh’s laboratory and studio,” was the quiet answer. “It is at the top of the house, as you see, and there is only one other way of reaching it besides that we came in by. That is through the bedroom he used in his lifetime. It is on the floor below this.”
“Wonder whether the present Howard Milmarsh is in the same bedroom?”
“I don’t know,” replied Nick. “But if he isn’t, he is sure to be in one very near it, for the best bedchambers are all on the floor below this.”
“Where do the servants sleep?”