“Not yet. I want to chew it over a bit. Let’s go back now and get help.”
“That’s for you to do. I’m going on to the Castle and surprise whoever’s there. I don’t think they have a suspicion of what has happened down here. Tracey never got that far, I’m sure of it.”
“Well, you can take it from me that you’re not going alone. I’m coming with you.”
Bill hesitated.
“Well, perhaps that’s the best way, after all,” he admitted at last. “It will take some time to get the proper people over here—and by then somebody in the Castle might spot the crumpled plane and start to investigate. Time’s more than money now—let’s go.”
“But do you think you can make it?”
“Can do,” he said grimly. “I’ve got a sweet headache, but it might be worse. How about you?”
“Ditto,” she smiled. “Are you going to drag that heavy crowbar?”
“Think it might be wise. Lucky I found it by that camouflaged dump. I had to bash the lock of the door to the main tunnel with it. And there may be another door farther along.”
“Then I’ll take the candle,” she said. With the light held well over her head, she followed him out of the chamber.