"That seems the
only place left."
Frank started.
"There's many a true word spoken in jest," he said. "Perhaps
you've hit it, Bart. That's one place we haven't examined."
"Small chance to examine that just now," said Bart. "You can see
it's all covered with a glare of ice. There isn't a bit of ground
showing."
They walked over the ice-covered surface with scarcely a hope
under present conditions of making any discoveries, even if there
were any to make. They had to depend entirely upon the sense of
touch, for it was by this time pitch dark and Frank did not care
to flash his light for fear they might be observed by passers-by.
They had come perhaps to within twenty feet of the rear wall, when
Frank gave a sudden exclamation.
CHAPTER XI
MARSHAL FOCH AND GENERAL PERSHING
"What is it, Frank?" asked Bart Raymond in a low voice.
"My foot sank in," explained Frank. "It's softer here for some
reason than in the rest of the alley. Just wait a minute till I
can feel around here and see what I can make of it."
He felt about cautiously with his feet and found that the ice had
softened for a space of about four feet and that the space was
almost perfectly square.
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