At the far side was a grating, through which came a feeble light.
'What is that ?' asked the millionaire sharply.
'That is merely a ventilation grating.

Good ventilation is absolutely essential.' 'Looks broken, doesn't it ?' Racksole suggested and then, putting a finger quickly on Babylon's shoulder, 'there's someone in the cellar.
Can't you hear breathing, down there, behind that bin ?' The two men stood tense and silent for a while, listening, under the ray of the single electric light in the ceiling.

Half the cellar was involved in gloom.

At length Racksole walked firmly down the central passage-way between the bins and turned to the corner at the right.
'Come out, you villain!' he said in a low, well-nigh vicious tone, and dragged up a cowering figure.
He had expected to find a man, but it was his own daughter, Nella Racksole, upon whom he had laid angry hands..