Part 32 (1/2)

”Hey!” said Laurie, startled.

Bob, at the doorway, turned. ”What's the matter?” he asked.

”Nothing, only-” Laurie took hold of the shelf above the loosened one and pulled. It yielded a little, and so did the other shelves and the rear wall of the cubicle, but it was only a matter of less than an inch.

Bob, at his side, looked on interestedly.

”That's funny,” he said. ”Push on it.”

Laurie pushed, and the tier went back a couple of inches. ”Looks like this side was separate from the rest,” said Laurie. ”What's the idea of having it come out like that?”

”Search me!” answered Bob. ”Pull it toward you again and let me have a look.” A second later he exclaimed: ”The whole side is loose, Nod, but it can't come out because the ends of the shelves strike this part.i.tion board! Try it again!” Laurie obeyed, moving the tier back and forth three or four times as far as it would go. Bob shook his head in puzzlement, his gaze roving around the dim interior. Then, ”Look here,”

he said. ”The shelves on the side aren't on a level with the back ones, Nod.”

”What of it?”

”Nothing, maybe; only, if the back swung out the side shelves wouldn't stop it! See what I mean?”

”Not exactly. Anyhow, it doesn't swing out, so what's the-”

”Hold on!” Bob sprang forward and seized the edge of a shelf in the right-hand tier close to the part.i.tion board, and pulled. It readily yielded an inch, but no more.

”Wait!” Laurie bent and pulled aside the box of jars. ”Now!”

Then, as Bob tugged, to their amazement the right-hand tier swung toward them, its lower edge sc.r.a.ping on the cement floor, and the left-hand tier swung with it, the whole back wall of the closet, shelves and all, opening toward them like a pair of double doors!

”Gee!” whispered Laurie. ”What do you suppose-”

”Pull them wide open and let's find out,” said Bob recklessly.

When the two sides were open as far as they would go, there was an aperture between them some three feet wide. Beyond it was darkness, though, as they gazed, the stones of the cellar wall took shape dimly.

Then Laurie seized Bob's arm.

”Look!” he whispered excitedly. Behind, where the left-hand tier of shelves had stood, was a blacker patch about three feet high by two feet wide, which, as they stared in fascination, evolved itself into an opening in the wall.

”Know what I think?” asked Bob, in low tones. ”I think we've found the miser's hiding-place, Nod!”

”Honest? Maybe it's just a-a drain or something. Got a match?”

”There are some over by the furnace. Hold your horses!” Bob hurried out, and was back in a moment and was standing at the opening between the doors with a lighted match held toward the opening in the wall. As the little light grew they saw that the stones of the wall had been removed from a s.p.a.ce of a foot above the floor and three feet high and some two feet wide. Around the opening so made cement had been applied in the form of a smooth casing.

The match flickered and went out, and in the succeeding gloom the two boys stared at each other with wide eyes.

”Would you dare go in there?” asked Laurie.

”Sure! Why not? It can't be anything but a sort of cave underground.

Wait till I get a candle.”

”A lantern would be better,” suggested Laurie, viewing the hole dubiously.

”That's so, and there's one here somewhere. I noticed it the other day.”