the back yard and nothing much had happened。
Just Tony beckoning and then darkness and a few minutes later he had e back
to real things with a few vague fragments of memory； like a jumbled dream。 The
second time； two weeks ago； had been more interesting。 Tony； beckoning； calling
from four yards over： 〃Danny 。。。 e see 。。。〃 It seemed that he was getting
up； then falling into a deep hole； like Alice into Wonderland。 Then he had been
in the basement of the apartment house and Tony had been beside him； pointing
into the shadows at the trunk his daddy carried all his important papers in；
especially 〃THE PLAY。〃
〃See？〃 Tony had said in his distant； musical voice。 〃It's under the… stairs。
Right under the stairs。 The movers put it right 。。。 under。。。 the stairs。〃
Danny had stepped forward to look more closely at this marvel and then he was
falling again； this time out of the back…yard swing； where he had been sitting
all along。 He had gotten the wind knocked out of himself； too。
Three or four days later his daddy had been stomping around； telling Mommy
furiously that he had been all over the goddam basement and the trunk wasn't
there and he was going to sue the goddam movers who had left it somewhere
between Vermont and Colorado。 How was he supposed to be able to finish 〃THE
PLAY〃 if things like this kept cropping up？
Danny said； 〃No； Daddy。 It's under the stairs。 The movers put it right under
the stairs。〃
Daddy had given him a strange look and had gone down to see。 The trunk had
been there； just where Tony had shown him。 Daddy had taken him aside； had sat
him on his lap； and had asked Danny who let him down cellar。 Had it