“Mr. Murray, the dog has accomplished all that instinct can do. Human intelligence must go to his aid now.”
“I don’t understand you, Ike.”
“I’ll show you. Call off the dog.”
Murray called off the hound and Ike went to the spot where the animal had made his stop. He flashed his light on the wall and only the ordinary surface that can be seen in any stone wall was apparently presented, and Ike said:
“I am bothered as well as the dog.”
“I fear we’ll be compelled to torture that fellow upstairs into a confession.”
“He will never confess, you could kill him first. I know his breed.”
Ike took a stick of wood and knocked on the wall and listened carefully, and suddenly he bent his head down and listened more acutely. Finally he picked up a spade lying near by and commenced to pick at the mortar until at length he ejaculated:
“It’s all right, we’ve got it.”
He worked away and soon had a stone removed and a passage—a very small passage—was disclosed. There was not room for a man to pass through, but a child could.