"Listen!" I ordered.
We stood there silently for perhaps half a minute. Yes, there wasn't any
question about it now. I knew that the faint sounds were those of human
voices.
"Good heavens!" Stoddard exclaimed.
"Rats, eh?" I said sarcastically.
"But, but--" Stoddard began. He was obviously bewildered.
"There's a sort of central pipe and wiring maze up here," I told him,
"due to the plans we were forced to follow in building this house of
yours. Those faint voices are carried through the pipes and wires for
some reason of sound vibration, and hurled up here. Just tell me where
you keep your radio, and we'll solve your problem."
Stoddard looked at me a minute.
"But we don't own a radio," he said quietly.
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