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    The ceiling of the tunnel was about ten feet off the ground, so he expected the same to hold for the alcove. Andrew stuck his arm straight up and jumped, touching nothing. Perhaps he wasn’t getting high enough off the ground? He grabbed his pole by the end and pushed it straight up over his head. Still nothing. He walked out toward the entrance of the alcove, with his rod held over his head. By the time he got to the very threshold he hit stone again. He traced it with the end of his stick, finding it to go from a sharp upward slope to a level surface almost instantly. He would have to come back later to investigate though; If he spent too long in here Amelia would be liable to ask questions. He used an old tee-shirt as a container for the loot, stuffing it inside. Then he taped the openings shut and stuck it to the wall some eight feet off the ground. He reemerged into the unexplained light.