Mr. Schiller, an architect, was inspecting the original oak staircase when he noticed a rectangle outlined on the first-floor landing. The rectangle turned out to be a slab of wood that could be lifted by using a discreetly incised thumbhole. Underneath lay a four-foot-deep space lined with shelves and containing a ladder down which a relatively nimble individual could have made his way to retrieve a well-concealed bottle of port or aged whiskey.
“This was an affluent area during Prohibition,” Mr. Schiller said, “and it was in these spaces that people kept their private stashes of illegal booze.” He likes to picture long-ago owners eluding authorities through the magic of architecture.

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