Eva stood transfixed by the solemn awfulness of the place and the grim visage of the fire god. Why had she been brought to such a place? What new terrors awaited her here?
She seemed alone—yet was she?
She felt a thousand eyes regarding her, as though a thousand dangers lurked to destroy her just beyond those fearful walls.
She was staring now at the god. What made his eyes gleam so banefully?
She thought she heard a sound!
Was the wall at the right of the statue moving? Or was it merely her heightened imagination?
Fascinated, she watched.
Yes, she was sure now. Slowly, slowly a portion of that wall was actually sliding back.
Now she saw a hand. Then an arm followed. With a slow, gliding movement that even to Eva's strained ears was noiseless, a man, his back toward her, slid into the room.
Eva, shrinking back, wanted to shriek. But instead she whipped out the automatic and in an instant had the man covered.