[458] "That story rather rules out the possibility of any underground passage leading from this building," said Nancy. "I presume there was ice in here most of the year."
[459] The floor was covered with dank sawdust, and although Nancy was sure she would find nothing of interest beneath it, still she decided to take a look. Seeing an old, rusted shovel in one corner, she picked it up and began to dig. There was only dirt beneath the sawdust.
[460] "Well, that clue fizzled out," Helen remarked, as she and Nancy started for the next building.
[461] This had once been used as a smokehouse. It, too, had an earthen floor. In one corner was a small fireplace, where smoldering fires of hickory wood had once burned. The smoke had curled up a narrow chimney to the second floor, which was windowless.
[462] "Rows and rows of huge chunks of pork hung up there on hooks to be smoked," Helen explained, "and days later turned into luscious hams and bacon."
[463] There was no indication of a secret opening and Nancy went outside the small, two-story, peak-roofed structure and walked around. Up one side of the brick building and leading to a door above were the remnants of a ladder. Now only the sidepieces which had held the rungs remained.
[464] "Give me a boost, will you, Helen?" Nancy requested. "I want to take a look inside."
[465] Helen squatted on the ground and Nancy climbed to her shoulders. Then Helen, bracing her hands against the wall,, straightened up. Nancy opened the half-rotted wooden door.
[466] "No ghost here!" she announced.
[467] Nancy jumped to the ground and started for the servants' quarters. But a thorough inspection of this brick-and-wood structure failed to reveal a clue to a secret passageway.
[468] There was only one outbuilding left to investigate, which Helen said was the old carriage house. This was built of brick and was fairly large. No carriages stood on its wooden floor, but around the walls hung old harnesses and reins. Nancy paused a moment to examine one of the bridles. It was set with two hand-painted medallions of women's portraits.
[469] Suddenly her reflection was interrupted by a scream. Turning, she was just in time to see Helen plunge through a hole in the floor. In a flash Nancy was across the carriage house and looking down into a gaping hole where the rotted floor had given way.
[470] "Helen!" she cried out in alarm.
[471] "I'm all right," came a voice from below. "Nice and soft down here. Please throw me your flash."
[472] Nancy removed the flashlight from the pocket of her jeans and tossed it down.
[473] "I thought maybe I'd discovered something," Helen said. "But this is just a plain old hole. Give me a hand, will you, so I can climb up?"
[474] Nancy lay flat on the floor and with one arm grabbed a supporting beam that stood in the center of the carriage house. Reaching down with the other arm, she assisted Helen in her ascent.
[475] "We'd better watch our step around here," Nancy said as her friend once more stood beside her.
[476] "You're so right," Helen agreed, brushing dirt off her jeans. Helen's plunge had given Nancy an idea that there might be other openings in the floor and that one of them could be an entrance to a subterranean passage. But though she flashed her light over every inch of the carriage-house floor, she could discover nothing suspicious.
[477] "Let's quit!" Helen suggested. "I'm a mess, and besides, I'm hungry."
[478] "All right," Nancy agreed. "Are you game to search the cellar this afternoon?"
"Oh, sure."
[479] After lunch they started to investigate the storerooms in the cellar. There was a cool stone room where barrels of apples had once been kept. There was another, formerly filled with bags of whole-wheat flour, barley, buckwheat, and oatmeal.
[480] "And everything was grown on the estate," said Helen.
[481] "Oh, it must have been perfectly wonderful," Nancy said. "I wish we could go back in time and see how life was in those days!"
[482] "Maybe if we could, we'd know how to find that ghost," Helen remarked. Nancy thought so too.
