Kasey Michaels - High Heels and Homicide

So Maggie stayed in the room with Sterling, and counted, and fumed, and then walked to the fireplace and began reciting «Invictus,» because it was one poem she'd had to commit to memory in school that she actually remembered. Well, the first verse, anyway.

She was about to recite the poem for the third time when Perry reentered the room. «I'm sorry to report we couldn't hear anything. Alex would like you to move to the next room on this side of the hall now, please, and do the same thing. Oh, and can I stay downstairs with you now? I don't want to go back up those narrow stairs in the dark.»

Sterling cheerfully offered to trade places with Perry, but Maggie wasn't in such a jolly mood. It was dark up here, it was cold up here, and she was getting really tired of «Invictus.»

«Wait, before you go. Whose room is next door, Sterling? Do you know?»

«Not mine or Saint Just's, as we're on the opposite side of the hallway. I think, perhaps, that it is the chamber occupied by Mr. Dennis Lloyd. Tabby's, um, friend.»

Maggie grimaced. «You mean I was sleeping next door to the love nest? Because I saw Tabby's room and they weren't in there, and they've been… together almost since we got here. Okay, go back upstairs to Alex, and let's get this over with.»

Another count of sixty, and nearly five choruses of «Row, Row, Row Your Boat» later—Perry Posko actually had a very nice tenor voice—Maggie heard something and shushed her duet partner as she stepped closer to the fireplace in Dennis's bedchamber.

«You hear that?» she asked Perry, who just bit his lips together and shook his head. «I hear it.» She stepped even closer to the fireplace. «Alex? Alex! Is that you? Talk to me.»

«I still don't hear anything,» Perry said. «Must we sing again?»

«No, no more singing. I'm going up there.»

She got as far as the door before Alex and Sterling appeared.

«Recitation, Maggie. I believe I suggested recitation,» Alex scolded as he strolled into the room.

She followed him over to the fireplace. «You don't like my singing?»

«Do you?»

«No,» she said, then grinned. «I know I can't sing. But you heard us? The vents to Uncle Willis's room come off this fireplace chimney? What does that prove? And why are you knocking on the wall?»

«I'm knocking, my dear, because I couldn't locate the latch from the other side. I'm hoping it will be easier from this side.»

Maggie's mouth fell open even as her eyes went wide. «You found it? You found a secret passage?»

«A rather dank and dark little bit of ingenuity, yes, built almost directly beside the chimney, so that it would be disguised from the outside of the building.»

«I want to hear everything,» Maggie said, even as she moved to the wall beside him and started knocking on it.

«Very well,» Alex said, inspecting a rather ornate sconce beside the mantel. «I discovered the vent as I followed the sound of your voices. It was located beneath a rather large wardrobe Sterling and I shifted. Ingenious invention, that vent. Inspection showed me that it is composed of a pipe that runs straight down the wall and into the side of the fire grate, not of the chimney itself, as that would be entirely too smokey. But it's not half as ingenious as the door cleverly fashioned into the wall and hidden by the wardrobe. In fact, if the wardrobe had not been there, and if I'd looked at the wall with no real interest, I wouldn't have seen the door at all.»

«But you saw the door.»

«We'll call it an opening, shall we? Not really a door. And I saw that opening mostly, I must admit, because, upon close examination, I also saw more drag marks in the dust where the wardrobe had been moved. Recently. After our discovery of Miss Pertuccelli's stopwatch, remember, we gave up searching the remainder of the room, which is my fault. From that point, it was rather elementary to find the door… the opening—»

«Call it a zebra, if you want, and it isn't your fault. We didn't know to look for a secret passage. How did it open?»

Alex was now carefully running his fingers down the side of the mantelpiece. «A small, hidden lever just at the point where—»

There was a small click .

«Yes, at just about that point on the wall. Strange that I couldn't locate it on the other side, but I'm sure I will when I look again,» Alex said as a section of wall no higher or wider than three feet opened.

«You're right. It's not really a door. More of an opening. I should have realized. Your knees are all dusty.»

«Easily remedied. There's a stone staircase leading from this floor to the attics, or from the attics to this chamber, depending on how you want to look at things. Would you like to be amused? I know I was, watching you and Perry. You were pretending to row your boats, I believe? Very inspiring.»

«You saw us?» Maggie would have been embarrassed, but she was too curious. «How did you see us?»

«Take up that flashlight and take a peek for yourself. Although I warn you, if we wondered where the bats came from, we now know, as the roof is damaged and a passage is now open to the roof.»

«There's bats in there?»

«I believe most have adjourned to the attic by now. Still wish to go exploring? Be careful not to trip over the vent pipe, as it hugs the floor just inside the opening.»

Maggie took a deep breath, let it out slowly, then dropped to her knees and crawled into the passage, holding the largest flashlight in front of her. Once inside, she got to her feet. She trained the flashlight upward and saw the narrow, steep flight of stone steps and, higher still, a small, ragged square of what might just be the first faint light of dawn. Not that this mattered, because she sure wasn't going up there. She knew her limits. «Okay, what now?»

«Now look to your left and up, Maggie,» Alex told her. «See the light?»

Maggie lowered her flashlight, at which point she saw two pinpoints of light shining into the passage. «What's that?»

«That, my dear, would be me, shining my flashlight onto the painting above the mantel. A lovely pastoral scene that quite effectively disguises the holes. Now, point your flashlight toward the floor. See the steps?»

Maggie did as he said and saw the three or four stone steps that led up to a narrow area stuck between the false wall of the room and the wall of the building. «Two peepholes,» she called out, not really anxious to climb those steps to look through them. «I could use this in one of our books. But doesn't the chimney get in the way? Don't answer. I'm coming out. This place is giving me the creeps.»

She took Alex's offered hand after crawling out of the passage and got to her feet. «Where are Sterling and Perry?»

«I sent them back downstairs. Sworn to secrecy, of course.»

«Probably a good move. And I repeat,» she said, looking at the pastoral scene above the mantelpiece, «doesn't the flue of the chimney get in the way? Why could I see into the room?»

«I didn't look too closely—all that distracting caterwauling, you understand—but I believe the chimney itself has to be slightly corrupted in order to compensate for the secret staircase. Curved, as a matter of fact, before rising straight up. A fire in this grate would be smoky and not very robust. I imagine a guest forced to stay here in the dead of winter quickly found a reason to bid his host a fond adieu and move on to another more hospitable residence.»

«I doubt Tabby and Dennis noticed,» Maggie said, brushing her hands on her slacks. «The passage goes only from here to the attics, not outside or anything? Why do you think the guy who built this wing built it?»

«I could only hazard a guess.»

«Hazard it.»

«Very well. The majority of the servant chambers are located in the other wing, with only the one room of any real size, in addition to a few smaller rooms, in the attics of this wing. If the master of the house wished to have a mistress among the serving staff, he could hardly house her with the other female servants. He could, however, give her a chamber in this wing, then visit her at night via the secret passage. Either he climbed up or she climbed down.»