"Now, then," I said, presently, "are you going to make a clean breast of it?"
"Yes," he loathfully answered.
The Black Hole, so called, crossed my mind.
"Who did you have in the Black Hole?"
"Black Hole! What Black Hole?"
"You can't come that. I know pretty much all about the old sugar-house and Cap, and the kind of a business you carry on there."
"How did you find out?"
"Never mind that. The Black Hole is in the cellar under the store-house?"
"Yes," he admitted.
"You had a prisoner in it?"