The Count of Monte Cristo

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"What have you to offer to me, my friend? Shells? Straw-work? Thank
you!"

"No, sir, neither of those; something connected with this story."

"Really? What is it?"

"Listen," said the guide; "I said to myself, 'Something is always left
in a cell inhabited by one prisoner for fifteen years,' so I began to
sound the wall."

"Ah," cried Monte Cristo, remembering the abbe's two hiding-places.

"After some search, I found that the floor gave a hollow sound near the
head of the bed, and at the hearth."

"Yes," said the count, "yes."