Jack stepped from the compartment first and Frank directly behind him. Outside, a squad of half-a-dozen men surrounded them and they were marched away. They walked down several streets and turned in toward a rather handsome appearing building. Here they were led before a figure attired in the uniform of a Russian general.
This officer heard the report of his subordinate and then commanded:
“Relieve them of what weapons they may have.”
An officer felt through their pockets and removed the revolvers so recently given them by the Czar. Then the general ordered:
“Lock them up and see that they are kept safely.”
Again the lads were marched down a long corridor, then down a flight of long steps into inky blackness; thence along another corridor and finally into a low and narrow cell. Here they were locked in and the officer and his men withdrew.
“Nice place this,” said Frank, after their captor had taken his departure.
“Rather,” agreed Jack dryly. “Doesn’t look to me as though we were going to get very far with this mission.”
“Come now,” said Frank, “you don’t mean to tell me you don’t see through this?”
“See through what?” demanded Jack. “This darkness? Couldn’t any one see through it.”