The Smuggler of King's Cove; or, The Old Chapel MysteryCobb, Sylvanus
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The Smuggler of King's Cove; or, The Old Chapel Mystery
Cobb, Sylvanus
Smugglers -- Fiction
Suppose the huge block could swing on a pivot fixed at the corner next
to the wall, at its eastern end--the end on the left hand, as one stood
facing it. With a pivot at that point, a swinging outward of the giant
cube would produce exactly the marks he had discovered.
And why were they on that one flag, and no where else? Simply because
that flag was an eighth of an inch higher than its mates.
He stood back and looked. He felt that he had made an important
discovery.
Somewhere, out of sight, was mechanism by which the altar, ponderous as
it was, could be moved out of place; and there, beneath it, would be
found an entrance to regions below. He was as sure of it as he could be
of anything which his eyes had not absolutely beheld. And further, there
must be some very simple and ready way of setting the mass free, and
moving it from the wall. Enormous weights with easily working pulleys
operating beneath might do it.
In fact, the explorer as he contemplated the scene could imagine several
ways in which the end might be accomplished. But that did not help him.
Where was the point of connection outside?
That was the thing now, and the only thing. It must be very simple,
wherever it was. The friar had accomplished the work of opening and
closing the way very quickly, and with but little noise. Our adventurer
looked around once more, and once more stood and reflected, with his
head bent and his hands folded.
Again he went down upon his knees, and with his probe went entirely
around the altar a second time, closely examining the line of separation
between the cube and the floor. And this time he noticed something which
he had not noticed before.
On the left-hand--easterly--end of the altar, the space between it and
the pavement was marked. At the other end the huge block of stone sat
firmly upon the flagging, there being places where even the thinnest
probe he could fashion would not enter; but on that left-hand end it was
different.
There the stone of the altar came in direct contact with the pavement at
no single point!
And he found another thing: from the outer corner on that left-hand end
to a point midway on the front side, that line of separation continued.
It was very slight--not more than an eighth of an inch in width--and
would never be detected by a person while standing erect. He would have
to stoop to find it. Was there any meaning to this? Could the ponderous
block possibly be tilted over toward that easterly end?
Just half its bulk at bottom appeared to be free from resting upon the
floor beneath, so there might be just that eighth of an inch play in
case it could be moved.
Percy looked the ground over once more, and then went around to the
opposite--the westerly--end of the altar. That was where the spectral
monk had last been seen.
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