“Yes.”
“That is not enough; but we must do our best. Come on.”
He would have taken the lead, but she held him back.
“I know every step of the way, and you must trust in me. Keep hold of me, and I will lead you through the dark, for the lamp must be extinguished.”
She put out the light, and then her hand fluttered to his in the darkness. It grasped his fingers and gave them a sharp pressure. He heard her softly close the door that opened into the cellar.
“Come on,” she said, in turn. “We must find a way to the street, if it leads through blood!”
CHAPTER XVI.
THE SPY.
With no little trouble they had finally reached a position where, by drawing a door slightly ajar, they could look into a room where seven men were seated, listening attentively to one who was standing and speaking.
These men were seated around a long, bare wooden table. The one who was on his feet stood in the place of honor at the head of the table.