RAISING THE TRAP DOOR
"I hear that a detachment is getting ready to go over to look into
that matter of the prisoner that Dick told us about," said Frank
Sheldon, a little later when he and his comrades were coming out
from mess.
"I hope we're slated to go along with it," said Billy eagerly.
"Here comes the corp," remarked Bart. "Let's ask him. He'll
probably be in charge of it."
As Corporal Wilson approached, the boys intercepted him.
"I can guess what you're going to ask," he said with a smile; "and
I'll answer it right now. Yes, you fellows are going with the
detachment. Plans are making now, but there's so much doing right
here just now that we won't be able to start until to-morrow."
"To-morrow?" repeated Frank in disappointment, and his feeling was
mirrored on the faces of his companions.
"Sorry," said Wilson as he passed along, "but orders are orders,
and we can't get off any sooner."
"And who knows what may happen to Tom in the meantime?" said Billy
sorrowfully.
"It's exasperating," said Frank. "It makes me crazy to think of
another twenty-four hours going by while we're doing nothing to
help him."
"The only comfort is the confidence I have in Tom's luck," said
Bart "That boy sure must have a rabbit's foot around him
somewhere. He has as many lives as a cat. Do you remember how he
got away from that drunken German bunch that had a rope all ready
to hang him? And the slick way he got away in a barrel from the
prison camp? I tell you that the bullet isn't molded that will
kill that boy, and don't you forget it."
"I only hope you're right," returned Frank. "All the same I'll
feel a whole lot easier in my mind when the old scout is with us
again."
Just then a litter passed them carrying a sick man to the hospital
ward.
"Those things are getting a little too common to suit me,"
remarked Frank. "The health of the boys here used to be fine. Now
they say that the hospitals are getting overcrowded."
"And a good many of those who go in aren't coming out again,
that's the worst of it," observed Billy. "That cemetery on the
hill is getting altogether too full."
"If this mysterious disease isn't checked it will be worse than
the 'flu,'" said Bart. "What's the matter with our doctors anyway?
Why don't they get on the job?"
"You can't blame them," Frank defended. "There's no better medical
staff in any army than the one we've got. They're working like mad
to try to isolate the germ, or whatever it is, that's causing this
mysterious trouble. But they seem to be all at sea in this matter.
It's an entirely new thing, and they haven't found any way to
conquer it."
"It would be rather hard luck to come through St. Mihiel and the
Argonne, and then to be knocked out by a measly disease like
this," said Billy disgustedly.
"Well, it hasn't got us yet, and let's hope it won't," said Frank.
"But now that we've got a chance, what do you fellows say if we go
over tonight and try to get at the bottom of that alley mystery? I
shan't be easy in my mind until I've solved it."
"Always looking for trouble," laughed Bart. "But I don't mind
confessing that the matter's got tight hold of me too, and I'm
game to see it through to a finish."
"Count me in," said Billy.
"If only poor Tom were with us!" mourned Frank "It's just the kind
of thing he'd like to trail. And if there should happen to be any
scrapping, he'd be a mighty handy lad to have along with us. He'd
rather fight than eat any time."
After the drills and work of the day were over they got permission
to go to the town and started across the river just as twilight
was falling.
While passing through one of the streets, they met the famous
German physician, from whom they customarily got a look that
betrayed his hate of the American uniform. But this time, to their
surprise, he was rubbing his hands and seemed to be in high good
humor.
"What's come over his nibs, I wonder," remarked Billy. "Usually he
seems to have a grouch of the worst kind, but to look at him now
you might think that he'd just had news of a good fat legacy."
"He is different, for a fact." agreed Bart. "He couldn't look
happier if Germany had won the war."
They looked after him, and saw him vanishing into the doorway of a
dwelling that was really a mansion.
"Swell place that," observed Billy. "He must have a peach of a
practice to live in a house like that."
"He's one of the most famous men in his line in Germany I've
heard," commented Frank.
"They say the Kaiser himself used to consult him. But of late they
say that he's made himself almost a hermit. Seems that he's given
up his regular practice, and simply nurses his grouch because
Germany was licked."
"He sits up pretty late to do it then," put in Billy. "I've been
on sentry duty in this street, and many a time I've seen a light
in his office until almost morning."
"Here's our corner," Frank said, as they came to the next street.
They approached the alley with the utmost caution, and slipped
into its darkness when they felt sure that they were unobserved.
"That's queer!" exclaimed Frank, gazing above the blank wall at
the outline of a tall building that rose beyond it.
"What's queer?" asked Billy.
"Why, that building there is the same one the doctor went into,"
answered his companion. "I know it by that cupola on the top. It
must back up right against this wall. In fact, this wall is part
of the rear wall of the house. I thought these were only
factories."
"Oh, well, what if it is?" returned Bart. "We'd better get busy
here before we're interrupted. Let's hope there isn't another fire
in this district to-night."
Without much difficulty they found the square place that Frank and
Bart had noticed on their previous visit. They scraped away the
ice and gravel and discovered the ring by which the trap door was
evidently raised. Then they braced themselves and gave a mighty
tug.
But the effort was unavailing. They were far stronger than the
ordinary run of men, and yet even their trained muscles had to
confess defeat.
"Perhaps it's locked or bolted on the other side," suggested Bart.
"Not likely," answered Frank. "It's more probable that it's frozen
in. Get out your knives and dig around the edge of the door, and
then we'll try again."
They did this for perhaps five minutes, and then tried again.
This time the door moved but did not yield. Once more they bent
their backs to the work, and this time they won. Slowly and
creakingly the door rose, showing a yawning chasm beneath, while a
rush of fetid air assailed their nostrils!