“Closed up?”
“Tight as a drum.”
“The cellar is being worked, I suppose?”
“Yes, the boys are all at work, except the watchman Chick came so near killing. He’s gone to bed.”
“Things must be about ready down there?”
“The drilling begins to-night.”
Nick thought he heard a faint exclamation from the direction of the wardrobe.
One of the doctors also heard the noise.
“What’s that?” he asked.
His companion made no reply, but stepped up to the place where the detective was lying.