At the same time a strange noise overhead told him that the floor had resumed its original position, and then for a few moments all was still.
The trapped detective had to smile to himself in spite of his surroundings.
He could not help laughing at his situation, however dark and hopeless it seemed to be; he had been cleverly caught, and the bait had secured the prize.
It did not take him long to recover from the fall, which had not injured him; only jarred him up a little.
He went forward and found a wall ahead.
He followed the wall around, and came back to the same spot, as he could tell by a little stone under his feet.
The dungeon apparently had no outlet; it was like a sealed-up prison of the olden time.
Carter put up his hands, but could not touch the floor overhead.
Of course he could not tell how far he had fallen, but he knew that the trap was directly above him.
Had “Sara P——” sprung the trap?