Part 3 (1/2)

”Rats, eh?” I said sarcastically.

”But, but--” Stoddard began. He was obviously bewildered.

”There's a sort of central pipe and wiring maze up here,” I told him, ”due to the plans we were forced to follow in building this house of yours. Those faint voices are carried through the pipes and wires for some reason of sound vibration, and hurled up here. Just tell me where you keep your radio, and we'll solve your problem.”

Stoddard looked at me a minute.

”But we don't own a radio,” he said quietly.

I was suddenly very much deflated.

”Are you sure?” I demanded.

”Don't be silly,” Stoddard told me.

I stood there scratching my head and feeling foolish. Then I got another idea.

”Have you been up in that, ah, ornamental belfry since you moved in?” I asked.

”Of course not,” Stoddard said. ”It's to look at. Not to peek out of.”

”I have a hunch the sounds might be even more audible up there,” I said.

”Why?”

I scratched my head. ”Just a hunch.”

”Well it's a dammed fool one,” Stoddard said. He turned around and started out of the attic. I followed behind him.

”You have to admit you haven't rats,” I said.

Stoddard muttered something I couldn't catch. When we got down to the first floor again, Mrs. Stoddard was waiting expectantly for our arrival.

”Did you discover where the rats are?” she demanded.

Stoddard shot me a glance. ”They aren't rats,” he said with some reluctance. ”The noises, we'd swear, are faint voices and sounds of human beings moving around. Were you talking to yourself while we were upstairs, Laura?”

Mrs. Stoddard gave her husband a surprised look. ”Who was there to talk with, George?” she asked.

I had had about enough of this. I was d.a.m.ned tired of trotting around the weirdly laid out floors of the Stoddard home trying to track down rats which weren't rats but voices.

”If there are inexplicable echoes in this building,” I said, ”it is due to the construction. And don't forget, you wanted it this way. Now that I have proved to your satisfaction that you don't have rats, I might as well go. Good day.”

I got my hat, and neither Stoddard nor his wife had much to say as they saw me to the door. Their accusing att.i.tudes had vanished, however, and they both seemed even a trifle sheepish.

It was two o'clock when I left them. I'd killed better than an hour and a half prowling around the place, and another half hour driving out. I was d.a.m.ned disgusted by the time I got back to my office.

You can imagine my state of mind, consequently, some twenty-five minutes after I'd been back in my office, when I answered the telephone to hear Stoddard's voice coming over it.