“Superintendent Russell has just rung up, sir,” said the butler. “He had found out that you were here, and he wants to speak to you. He said will you please ring him up within the next half hour or so.”
“Thank you,” said Stone. “I'll see to it.” Then a thought seemed to strike him. “Here, I say,” he called out, as Chime had proceeded a few paces, “are you much of a carpenter, Mr. Chime?”
The butler turned in his tracks. “No, sir,” he smiled, “but I do odd jobs about the house sometimes.”
“Well, have you got a good kit of tools?” asked Stone.
Chime smiled again. “No, sir. What we have are kept in one of the kitchen drawers, all except the big saw.”
“Well, have you got a fine saw of any kind, a hack-saw, for instance?”
“No, sir, we have only very plain tools. If anything out of the way
