She had heard nothing and she had been in the kitchen all the evening.

One fact she did reveal, however, that Fisher had gone from the kitchen and had been absent a quarter of an hour and had returned a little agitated.
"Stay here," said T.X., and went down again to the cellar to make a further search.
"Probably there is some way out of this subterranean jail," he thought and a diligent search of the room soon revealed it.
He found the iron trap, pulled it open, and slipped down the stairs.

He, too, was puzzled by the luxurious character of the vault.

He passed from room to room and finally came to the inner chamber where a light was burning.
The light, as he discovered, proceeded from a small reading lamp which stood by the side of a small brass bedstead.

The bed had recently been slept in, but there was no sign of any occupant.