"When we get through with this job." He turned thoughtfully toward the big windows on the south of the room, and mused aloud: "That's the way through the two long rooms to the postern gate. Umm."
"That's where that black thing followed me."
"Yes, and a black thing followed me, walking on my heels every step I took. I couldn't see where I was stepping."
"That goes to the armory."
"I seen eyes in dere and a cold grimy, green smell in dere. Ain't dat where dat broad-faced bird flew at me, an' I slipped down de stairs?"
"Don't you know an owl, Rusty? That's all it was."
Jarvis was walking across the room to another door. Rusty was close behind him, following by habit now.
"I wonder if that door is...."
He did not finish the sentence! His foot had touched a swiveled rock, so delicately balanced that he had noiselessly fallen half through the large opening in the rock floor when Rusty caught him by the collar and under the arm.
