He could make an excuse and come in any time." He clenched his hands despairingly.
"If I could only get hold of a blue-print of this place!" he muttered.
Dale's face fell.

It was sickening to be so close to the secret--and yet not find it.

"Oh, Jack, I'm so confused and worried!" she confessed, with a little sob.
Brooks put his hands on her shoulders in an effort to cheer her spirits.
"Now listen, dear," he said firmly, "this isn't as hard as it sounds.
I've got a clear night to work in--and as true as I'm standing here, that money's in this house.

Listen, honey--it's like this." He pantomimed the old nursery rhyme of The House that Jack Built, "Here's the house that Courtleigh Fleming built--here, somewhere, is the Hidden Room in the house that Courtleigh Fleming built--and here--somewhere--pray Heaven--is the money--in the Hidden Room--in the house that Courtleigh Fleming built.

When you're low in your mind, just say that over!" She managed a faint smile.