# The Traitor (Dixon, 1907)/Book 2/Chapter 8

WITHIN thirty minutes after Ackerman had received Stella's message that she had found the secret entrance to the house he was waiting for her at the door of the vault as she had suggested.
He had entered by the rear wagon road and passed into the shrubbery without attracting the attention of the servants.
She showed him the way to the underground passage through the niche in the rear of the vault, and in ten minutes Ackerman entered the hall through the panel under the stairs.
Stella, who had returned to the house across the lawn, watched the panel slowly open at his touch and her eyes gleamed with a cold, hard light as she saw reënacted in imagination the tragedy of her father's death.
The detective made an accurate diagram of the hall, measured carefully the distance of the secret door from the chair in which the Judge had been found, and reëxamined the ballroom and all its possible exits and entrances.
​Stella returned to the entrance of the vault and placed a padlock and chain on its iron door while Ackerman again entered the underground passage and spent two hours alone, making the most minute examinations and measurements of every track to be found at any point from the door of the vault to the panel in the wainscoting. The work of measurement was rendered easy by the accumulation of soft earth in the bottom of the underground way from the action of the water which had soaked through the brick ceiling and walls.
He discovered the footprints of eleven different men besides the dainty mark of Stella's little shoe made the night before.
He returned to the hall and asked her permission to come from time to time and continue his study of the grounds.
"Certainly," she answered eagerly. "And your discoveries?"
"Confirm so far my theory of the crime," he answered quickly. "The assassins undoubtedly entered the house by this secret passage, committed the crime and passed quickly out without discovery. I did not know who was with you last night, but he has been there at least once before within the past few weeks."
"Is it possible!" Stella exclaimed.
"I find," he continued, "that he merely took ​a single step inside the door leading from the vault into the underground passage as if he were showing the way to others who traversed the entire length."
Stella's red lips were suddenly pressed tight and Ackerman watched her keenly.
"This may mean something or it may mean nothing. It all depends on what night he stepped inside the door."
"I see," she said cautiously.
"Other facts I have found are of significance," he went on. "I have located Mr. Isaac A. Postle, and learned from him two startling things. First that he encountered John Graham at the gate on the night of the murder—collided with him, he declares, as he was running from the masked men who had just galloped past his cottage."
The girl smothered a cry.
"He also says that later in the evening, just before the murder occurred, he passed by the front door and saw John Graham seated on a rustic bench in the shadows watching the house."
"It's horrible—it's horrible!" Stella murmured.
"The two statements contradict each other. Uncle Isaac is lying at some point of his story. If he ran for his life from the masqueraders he certainly would not have returned to the house in thirty minutes while they were still there. Until ​I can find the motive for that lie his story must be taken with a large grain of salt. In the meantime if you can confirm for me his statement that Graham was here on that night you will do me a service."
"Within a week I'll tell you," she replied, the strange cold light flashing again from her eyes.