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Astounding Stories of Super-Science, August 1930
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"How
about
the
cellar?"
suggested
Tommy.
"Probably
where
it
is,"
agreed
Frank,
"but
I
don't
relish
this
job
so
much.
I'd
hate
to
find
Leland
stiff
down
there,
if
that's
where
he
is."
"Me,
too,"
said
Tommy.
"But
we're
here
now,
so
let's
finish
the
job
and
get
back
home.
It's
cold
here,
too."
"You
said
it.
No
steam
in
the
pipes
at
all.
He
must
have
let
the
fire
go
out
in
his
furnace,
and
that's
probably
in
the
cellar
too--usually
is."
While
talking,
Frank
had
opened
each
of
the
four
doors
that
opened
from
the
kitchen,
and
the
fourth
revealed
a
stairway
that
led
into
the
blackness
beneath.
With
the
beam
of
his
torch
directed
at
the
steps,
he
proceeded
to
descend,
and
Tommy
followed
carefully.
There
was
no
light
button
at
the
head
of
the
stairs,
where
it
would
have
been
placed
in
a
more
modern
house,
and
it
was
not
until
they
had
reached
the
furnace
room
that
they
located
a
light
fixture
with
a
pull
cord.
An
ordinary
cellar,
with
furnace,
coal
bin,
and
a
conglomeration
of
dust-covered
trunks
and
discarded
furniture,
was
revealed.
And,
at
its
far
end,
was
the
iron-bound
door.
The
door
was
locked
and
could
not
be
shaken
by
the
combined
efforts
of
the
two
men.
"Have
to
have
a
battering
ram,"
grunted
Frank,
casting
about
for
a
suitable
implement.
"Here
you
are,"
called
Tommy,
after
a
moment's
search.
"Just
the
thing
we
are
looking
for."
He
had
come
upon
a
pile
of
logs,
and
one
of
these,
evidently
a
section
of
an
old
telephone
pole,
was
of
some
ten
or
twelve
inches
diameter
and
about
fifteen
feet
long.
Frank
pounced
upon
it
eagerly,
and,
supporting
most
of
the
weight
himself,
led
the
attack
on
the
heavy
oak
door
with
the
iron
bands.
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