Again he had cause to wonder at the length of that interminable platform; but at last, near its farther end, their guide stopped before a small, square structure, whose use Stewart could not even guess, and flung open the door.
“You will enter here,” he said.
“But look here,” Stewart protested, “we are American citizens. You have no right——”
The man signed to them to hurry. There was something in the gesture which stopped the words on Stewart’s lips.
“Oh, damn the fool!” he growled, swallowing hard. “Come along, my dear; there’s no use to argue,” and, bending his head at the low door, he stepped inside.
In an instant, the door was slammed shut, and the snap of a lock told them that they were prisoners.
CHAPTER VII
IN THE TRAP
As Stewart set down his bags, still swearing softly to himself, he heard behind him the sound of a stifled sob.
“There! there!” he said. “We’ll soon be all right!” and as he turned swiftly and reached out his arms to grope for her, it seemed to him that she walked right into them.
“Oh, oh!” she moaned, and pressed close against him. “What will they do to us? Why have they placed us here?” And then he felt her lips against his ear. “Be careful!” she whispered in the merest breath. “There is an open window!”