"No, ma'am, I don't!" and Stebbins rose, too. "Come with me, Miss; I'll go with you and I'll show you that secret entrance, nobody could ever find it alone, and I'll own up to all I did, wrong or right. I'm no murderer, and I'll not put a straw in the way of findin' out who is." In triumph, Zizi entered the hall of Black Aspens, leading her captive. Though it must be admitted Stebbins came willingly. "This here's my house," he said, with an air of importance, "and so far's I'm responsible for queer goin's on, I'll confess. And after that, you, Mr. Detective, can find out who carried on the hocus-pocus." "Thank you, Mr. Stebbins," said Pennington Wise, gravely. "Suppose we ask all the members of the household to be present at your revelations." "Not the Thorpes, or them servant maids, if you please. They ain't none of 'em implicated, and why let 'em know what's goin' on?" "That's right," said Zizi. "Whatever we learn may not be entirely given to the public. Just call the rest of the party, Pen." As it happened, the men were all in the hall talking with Wise when Stebbins arrived, so Zizi went in search of the women. They were congregated in Milly's room, and as they came downstairs, the detective noted their expressions, a favourite method with him of gaining information. Milly's round little face was so red and swollen with weeping, that it excited only compassion in any observer. Norma, too, was sad and frightened-looking, but Eve was in a defiant mood, and her scarlet lips were curved in a disdainful smile. "As we're all at one in our search for the criminal," Wise began, tactfully, "I think it best that we should hear, all together, Mr. Stebbins' explanation of how this house may be entered from outside, though apparently locked and bolted against intrusion." "I should think, Mr. Wise," said Eve, scornfully, "that if there were such a possibility, your detective genius ought to have discovered it." "He couldn't," said Stebbins, simply. "It ain't a means that any one could discover." "Then how did the criminal find it out?" demanded Eve. "He must have seen me come in by it," Stebbins replied. "Nobody could ever suspect the real way." "Oh, come now," said Zizi, "Mr. Wise does know. He is not at all vain glorious, or he would tell you himself. But he prefers to let Mr. Stebbins tell." "Is that so, Mr. Wise?" asked Professor Hardwick, eagerly. "If you have discovered the secret entrance, I wish you would say so. I feel chagrined that my own reasoning powers have given me no hint." "I have satisfied myself of the means and the location of the entrance," Wise returned, "but I have not examined the place definitely enough to find the hidden spring that must be there." "You know that much!" cried Stebbins, in amazement.