"With Breitmann and me in the house, we might trap the man." "A good scheme!" "He comes from the outside, somewhere; from the cellar, probably.

Let us try the cellar." Breitmann urged this with a gesture of his hands.
"There'll be sport," said Fitzgerald.
The coffee was cold in the little cups when they returned to it.

The cellar, as far as any one could learn, was free from any signs of recent invasion.

It was puzzling.
"And the servants ?" Breitmann intimated.
"They have been in the family for years." The admiral shook his head convincedly.

"I ask your pardon, my dear.