Waterbury evening Democrat., 1907-02-04
CHAPTER XXI. The Door of BewiIderment.

We had established the practice oi barring all the gates and doors at nightfall. There was no way of guard ing against an attack from the lake whose frozen surface increased the danger from without: but we counted on our night patrol to prevent sur. prise from that quarter. I was well aware that I must prepare to resist the militant arm of the law, which Picker. ing would no doubt invoke to aid him, but I intended to exhaust the possibili. ties in searching for the lost treasure before I yielded. Pickering might. If he would, transfer the estate of John Marshall Glenarm to Marian Devereux and make the most he could of that service, but he should not drive me forth until had satisfied myself of the exact character of my grandfather's fortune. If it had vanished, if Picker ing had stolen it and outwitted me in making on with 1t. that was another matter.
 The phrase, "The Door of Bewl1der- ment," had never ceased to reiterate itselfin my mind; there was certain fascination and charm in it. We dis cussed thousand explanations of it as we pondered over the scrap of paper I had found in the library, and every book in the house was examined in the search for further clews.
 The passage between the house and the chapel seemed to fascinate Larry. He held that it must have some par ticular use and he devoted his time to exploring 1t.
 He came up at noon-it was the 29th of December-with grimy face and hands and a grin On his face l had spent my morning in the towers to no purpose and was in no mood for the ready acceptance of new theories.
 I've found something" he said, fill. ing his pipe.
 Not soap, evidently!"
 "No. but I'm going to say the last word on the tunnel, and within an hour. Give me a glass of beer and a piece of bread. and we'll go back and see whether we're sold again or not"
 GO ahead and let us be done with 1t. Wait till tell Stoddard where we're going"
 The chaplain was trying the second floor walls. and I asked him to eat some luncheon and stand guard while Larry and went to the tunnel.
 We took with us an iron bar, an ax and couple of hammers. Larry went ahead with lantern.
 You see." he explained, as we dropped through the trap into the pas sage. I've tried a compass on this tunnel and find that we've been work. ing on the wrong theory. The passage itself runs straight line from the house under the gate to the crypt: the ravine Is rough crescent-shape and for short distance the tunnel touches it. How deep does that ravine aver age-about 90 feet7"
 Yes: it's shallowest where the house stands. It drops sharply from there on to the lake"
 "very good: but the ravine is all on the Glenarm side of the wall. isn't it, Now when we get under the wall I'll show you something"
 Here we are" said Larry. as the cold air blew in through the hollow posts. Now we're pretty near that sharp curve of the ravine that dips away from the wall. Take the lantern while I get out the compass. What do you think that c on the piece of paper means? Why. chapel. of course. have measured the distance from the house. the point Of departure. we may assume. to the chapel. and three fourths of it brings us under those beautiful posts. The directions are as plain as daylight The passage it. self is your \. w.. as the compass proves. and the ravine cuts close in here; therefore. our business is to ex- plore the wall on the ravine side"
 Good, but this IS just wall here earth with a layer of bricks and thin coat of cement A nice job it must have been to do the vork.-and 1t cost the price of tiger hunt" grumbled-
 Take heart lad and listen.- and Larry began pounding the wall with . hammer. exactly under the north Eatepost We bad sounded eyefything