“I think Miss Marsden, the old spinster aunt.”
Coe nodded. He felt sure the kidnapper was not the one who belonged in the room with the turning fireplace. Of course, she knew nothing about it. Really, it was mysterious enough still!
He told Miss Webb of his discovery. Naturally, she wanted to go up at once and see it.
Calling Mrs. Webb in they all three went up and Coe showed his treasure trove.
“Well, of all things!” exclaimed Mrs. Webb; “why, it’s big enough to crawl through!”
“To go through without crawling,” returned Coe, as, squatting, he fairly shuffled through on his feet.
“And you think that’s the way Kim went out?” asked Henrietta, as Coe returned.
“I know it’s the way,—but I think he was taken out unconscious.”
“Of course he was!” cried Mrs. Webb. “He never would go through into a strange house of his own accord.”
“Well, where is he?” asked Henrietta, as if, Coe, having done so much must now produce the missing man.