"I'm beginning to believe it is," was Tom's comment.
"What, a business place?" asked Ned, in surprise.
"Yes. Cunningham is a business man, you know, though I don't like his style. He's clever and I think he has surrounded himself with a bunch of crooks like himself and is carrying on a regular business in this old castle."
"What sort of business?"
"Come here and take a look," was Tom's reply.
They could look out of the barred window into a courtyard. In it, coming and going, were a number of men and auto trucks. The trucks brought in rather large and heavy boxes. Some of these boxes were taken on hand trucks into various rooms of the old castle.
"That's been going on all morning," said Tom. "Once, when you were in the bathroom washing, I looked out of the grating in the door and I saw some men passing along the corridor carrying things that must have come out of the boxes."
"What sort of things?" Ned wanted to know.
As if to save Tom the need of answering, one of the boxes being unloaded from a truck suddenly slipped, fell, and broke open. Out of it tumbled what Ned recognized as high class scientific instruments, optical goods, binoculars, telescopes and the like.
"That's the stuff they're bringing into this castle," said Tom.