As she penned the last word of her poem her brother leaped off the bed. "The secret bell," he whispered, face ashen. "Hide "She slid open the trap door in the false bedframe and quickly crawled in. He crouched next to the bed and handed her the warm blanket he had been lying on. She grabbed it and scooted over the rough planks. The box's narrow space was like a coffin-suffocating and dark.A floorboard squeaked. She couldn't see the heavy studded boots...