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From the text:Over the next few days he and his workmen were in and out of our house constantly. They never knocked. At each visit each man carried in something. Tools in a folded newspaper. A few bricks in a briefcase. “Wood!” he exclaimed when I ventured to wonder if a wooden wall would not be easier to build. “Wood sounds hollow. Hear it in a minute. No, no. Brick’s the only thing for false walls.”
Boom, Corrie Ten; Elizabeth Sherrill; John Sherrill. The Hiding Place (p. 103). Baker Publishing Group. Kindle Edition.