Through the heavy wood they could hear the voice of authority. "Open up in the name of the R.A."
All a tremble, Comstock searched his friends' faces for reassurance.
He found none.
Bowdler said, "I don't understand it."
"No point in going back the way we came, the R.A. will have found that by now," Grundy said and his forehead was washboarded with worry.
CHAPTER 5
If only the R.A. had arrived a little earlier was all that Comstock was able to think. Five minutes earlier and his convictions would have been safe. He'd have been able to throw himself into the R.A.'s protection and tell all. That way would have meant safety and perhaps a reward.
But now?
Bowdler's bulky body moved toward the door. He yelled, "All right, keep your halo cool, I'm coming."