“When have you been to the Cedar Street house?” she asked, without looking at him.
“Not in six months.”
“Here’s the key. Go and look inside.”
“Pshaw! there’s nothing there for me.”
“You don’t know what’s there, since you confess that you haven’t crossed its threshold in six months.”
“If you tell me the secret I won’t have to make the trip.”
“Go and find it.” Opal pushed her brother away. “I want to make sure of a certain thing.”
“I see. You’ve been to the Cedar Street house.”
Opal gave him a knowing look, and again pushed him toward the door.
“I’ll go, hang me if I don’t!” he exclaimed. “I say, sis, if you’ve intrusted a secret to that house it ought to be safe, for it hasn’t been tenanted for half a year. Into which part of it shall I look?”