CHAPTER XXXI

FRED LENDS HIS KEYS IT HAD been Diana Ward who had called Larry’s attention to the great rusty boiler at one end of the house, the boiler which had supplied the steam and the power for the laundry. Larry tried the thick iron door which opened into the furnace, but it was fast. He tugged again and it did not move. “Nobody could be here,” he said, shaking his head. “What do you think, Harvey?” “They would suffocate anyway in there, sir,” replied Sergeant Harvey. The girl was looking distressed. “Is there nowhere else…