There'll be a defective flue presently.

Now, what the devil is the duffer expecting to find ?" Fitzgerald coolly turned the light full into the other's face.
"It is beyond me," with equal coolness; "unless there's a pirate's treasure behind there." The eyes blinked a little, which was but natural.
"Pirate's treasure, you say ?" Fitzgerald laughed.

"That _would_ be a joke, eh ?" "What now ?" For Breitmann thought it best to leave the initiative with his friend.
"A little run out to the stables," recalling to mind the rumor of the night before.
"The stables ?" "Why, surely.

The fellow never got in here without some local assistance, and I am rather certain that this comes from the stables.
Besides, no one will be expecting us." He came down agilely.
Breitmann nodded approvingly at the ease with which the other made the descent.

"It would be wiser to leave the cellar by the window," he suggested.
"My idea, too.