“Come to think of it, I do have liquor.”
“Harumph. Give it to me!”
“The basement…”
“… I do remember. It’s probably down by the staircase.”
The place Smith had pointed out was the bottom of the stairs, leading to two additional floors.
Weed tried going behind the wooden staircase. There was nothing there, except thickly piled up dust. However, when he probed around with his hands, he could feel an imperceptible crack.