"Come," urged Gavazzi, in the brisk businesslike way which appeared to
be natural to him. "We have no time to lose if we really intend to be
successful." And he went down upon his knees in the farther corner of
the room, carefully feeling the surface of the blue velvet-pile carpet
with his hands.
"We'd better have it up," he declared at last. "I feel sure it's
somewhere in this corner."
"Then you never actually saw it?" remarked Miller, a trifle
disappointed.
"No. But it isn't likely he would ever reveal to me where he kept his
most private secrets. We were friends, intimate friends, but Giovanni
Nardini was not the man to reveal to even his own father what he
considered was a secret. See this!" And rising he walked to the
oak-panelled wainscotting, touched a spring, and there was revealed a
small secret door leading down to a short flight of steps in the wall
somewhere into the cellars below--a secret mode of egress.
Again he went to a book-case, part of which proved false, and there on
pulling it away revealed a large iron safe let into the wall.
"You see I am aware of some of his secrets. The police think they've
searched the place, but they've never discovered either of these, that's
very certain," he laughed.
Then, with the younger man, he proceeded to tear up the carpet, showing
that the floor, unlike that in most Italian houses, was boarded and not
of mosaic.
All three moved the furniture and gradually rolled the carpet back until
they had half-uncovered the room. It was heavy, exciting work, and the
perspiration rolled from their brows in great beads.
Once the chair behind which I was concealed moved a little and the wheel
squeaked.
Miller's quick ear caught the sound.
"Hark!" he cried, starting up. "What's that?"
"A mouse," exclaimed the doctor, laughing. "I heard it. Don't worry
yourself, my dear James, we are safe enough now with that guard out of
the way."
By the aid of the candles they examined every floorboard, trying each to
see if it were movable. But they were all fast, and gave no sign of
covering any place of concealment. They seemed to be in search of some
cavity where something they believed was concealed.
With their knuckles they tapped all over the floor, but the sound
emitted was exactly the same everywhere.
For a full hour they searched until suddenly the doctor, who had been
indefatigable, while running his hand along the floor close to the oak
wainscoting quite near the writing-table, made a discovery which
instantly brought his companions upon their knees at his side.
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