There was in the great chimney an odd receptacle, once common to such
chimneys, but now almost forgotten even in England, known as the
smoke chimney. The door to it, which was iron, opened in this old
house into one of the upper rooms. The chamber consisted of iron bars
on which fresh hams were stored in the fall, and through which the
smoke passed from one of the lower fireplaces. It was in reality a
smoke-house in the chimney; a place to smoke meats, in the days when
such smoked meats were regarded as a greater luxury than now. Peter
Fayerweather had not been slow to discover this fortress-like smoke
chamber. Peter was not what would be called bright, but a bright idea
illumined his dull face when he first opened the iron door.
“Ghosts? Ghosts?” he said to himself. “If I ever should—I know what I
would do if I ever should—Nothing could ever get through that iron
door, true as preachin’. If I ever should—”
A part of the predicate to Peter’s subjunctive sentence was wanting,
but that a very helpful idea had come to him was evident from his
luminous face. He had formed a very definite plan of security “if he
ever should—”
Aunt Prudence too, in a careful survey of the premises, had been
struck with the appearance of security and seclusion of the old smoke
chamber. She too had examined it alone; and as sympathetic minds by a
kind of telegraphy express themselves in like phrases, she also said:—
“If I ever should—No robber would think of such a place as that,
anyhow. I will hang up a quilt over the iron door, and if I ever
should—If I ever should—eh, well, if I ever should—I will.”
She too turned away from the dungeon-like place with a face full of
animation and confidence. Certainly if Peter “ever should,” or if
Aunt Prudence “ever should,” the old smoke chamber would be a very
desirable and convenient seclusion. Now, Peter thought of seclusion
only in the case of a ghost, and Aunt Prudence only in case that
an unknown man of very selfish propensities should “break into the
house;” and each evidently had received a sense of security on
a careful inspection of the old smoke chamber. But neither made
a confidant of what the other would do under certain alarming
circumstances.
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