"Pails don't fall downstairs unless somebody knocks them over," said Markel stubbornly.
"Ask Lester. Perhaps it was him."
They heard Markel go into another room. For a few moments there was silence. Then Markel came out again.
"He's asleep—or shamming. I didn't waken him. But I'm going to take a look around, just the same."
His footsteps drew nearer the room in which the brothers were hiding. Frank sprang lightly in behind the open door, pressing himself close against the wall. Joe wedged in beside him.
Markel came into the room.
He was carrying a flashlight and its beam illuminated the corners of the musty chamber. The Hardy boys waited in suspense. Would he think of looking behind the door?
Suddenly there was a mutter of disgust from Markel and a rustle as something flitted out of a corner.
"Me-e-ow!"
"Only the cat!" grunted Markel.
The animal purred ingratiatingly, but Markel aimed a vicious kick at the cat. It missed its mark, however, and Markel turned and trudged out of the room.
