Baskinelli drew aside the curtain.
"There—that is one form of adventure."
Pauline looked through the curtain. A suffocating, narcotic odor came to her. What she saw was stifling not only to the senses—but to the soul. She turned away.
"Polly!"
Harry's voice rang through the little choked room like a thunder blast.
"We are coming—we are quite safe," called Baskinelli, with the sneer tinge in his tone.
"Very well, then; hurry."
Harry's manner aroused Pauline's temper again. She purposely lingered.
The two Chinamen were arguing violently now with the priest.
Harry had closed the door and followed the others down the outer passage.