included Dadâs key in the envelope with the note,â Alicia explained. âDad must have had all his keys together on a chain when he was kidnapped.â
âThe kidnapper couldnât go into the safe-deposit box himself because heâd be recognized,â Joe whispered.
âSo the kidnapper wants my dad to give up what heâs been working on so hard,â Alicia said hotly. âIâm sure the kidnapper wants to claim it for himself.â
âShhh,â Callie said. âKeep your voice down.â
âRoberto must be the culprit,â Alicia whispered. âHeâs jealous of Dad, and he knows the alarm code at the museum. Thatâs why Iâm here. I decided to sneak in to see if Dad was hidden in the secret passageway, since Roberto had mentioned that heâd built one.â
âBut whereâs the passageway?â Joe asked. âMaybe he just meant this closet.â
âMaybe,â Alicia said, sounding disappointed.âI found the button to open the panel from the outside, but I couldnât find any button or passageway once I was inside.â
Frank backed up to give himself more room. He thought the closet was getting pretty stuffy. As he stepped against the back wall, he felt something give way under his shoeâlike a button being pressed, he thought.
At that moment Frank felt the wall shake. He caught his breath, his senses on alert. He couldnât believe it, but the wall actually started to slide open behind him.
âHey, guys,â he whispered, poking his hand through the empty space where the wall had been. âI think weâve found our passageway.â
âAre you sure?â Alicia said.
âLetâs check it out.â With his fingers brushing the walls, Frank stepped into a musty dark tunnel that seemed about two feet wide. He felt his way for ten paces or so, then the tunnel turned a corner to the left. Still feeling along the walls, Frank suddenly stepped into thin air with one foot.
âWhoa!â he cried as he struggled to keep his balance. âStop, everybody. The floorâs gone.â Frank bent down and felt the hole with his hand. About six inches down, he touched a step. âCâmon, guysâthere are stairs here.â
Frank began the treacherous descent down thedark stairway, not knowing where it would lead. âLetâs hope these stairs arenât sabotaged, like at the Corn Mill,â he said.
âStop, Frank,â Callie whispered. âThis is scary enough as it is. Donât remind us of sabotage.â
The stairs leveled off into another corridorâthis one with a slippery dirt floor and dank air smelling of mildew. As Frank moved forward, cobwebs brushed against his face and somethingâhe guessed it was just a spiderâscuttled down his neck.
âI kind of hope your dad isnât in here, Alicia,â Joe said from the back of the line. âThis place is more like a prison than a basement.â
âWhatâs that?â Callie asked. Everyone paused, listening to a scratching noise at the back of the tunnel.
âI hope itâs not Roberto behind us,â Alicia said.
âItâs probably a rat,â Frank whispered as he heard a high-pitched squeak. âBut letâs not wait around to find out. Here are more stairsâgoing up this time.â He started up a steep flight of dirt stairs.
âYuck, Frank,â Callie said, making a spitting sound. âYou just gave me a mouthful of dirt.â
âSorry,â Frank said. He bumped his head on something flat and hard above him. What in the world? he thoughtâI hope this isnât a dead end. Pushing up hard with the palm of his hand, hefelt the obstruction give way. âHold on a second, guys,â he announced with excitement. âItâs a trapdoor.â
Frank pushed the door up and open, then poked his head out. A blast of cool night air greeted him.