"Guess so," commented Tom. "Well, I've been worse off. Did you save your flashlight?"
"Yes," and Ned produced it, having slipped it, with some other possessions, from the pockets of his wet garments when the change was made the night before. "They got my gun, though."
"And mine," added Tom. "We'll have to sing small for a time, even if we manage to escape."
"Are you going to try that?"
"I surely am! But not right away. First I want to see what's going on around this castle."
They had ample time that day, though not much opportunity, for observation, since they were not released from the stone room. They had some relaxation, however, for there was a bathroom connected with it and they could wash and be comfortable. The man who came to remove the breakfast tray was not the same one who had brought it in, but Tom determined to experiment on him. Accordingly the young inventor snapped out:
"When is Mr. Basil Cunningham coming to see me?"
The guard showed no alarm or even interest, merely grunting and remarking:
"You'll have to ask somebody else. That isn't in my department."
"Gosh!" commented Ned, when the fellow had gone. "You'd think this was a regular business!"