“Have you any idea where they keep themselves above?”
“It’s ten to one they’ll be playing poker in the kitchen. They’ve nothing else to do now, except to feed me—or so Peters says.”
“Where’s the kitchen? I mean, how do we get to it from here?”
“It’s along this passage and up the staircase at the end. The door at the top—the sound proof one—opens into the kitchen.”
Bill handed Terry a gun. “Don’t be afraid to use it,” he commanded. “They won’t hesitate to shoot if they get a chance.”
Terry looked at him in great disdain. “Say, just because I appear to be my cheerful self and so on, don’t get the idea that I’ve enjoyed this rest cure. All I’ve been thinking about for days—and nights too—is the chance to get even with them. Now I have it.” He patted the revolver.
“O.K. then, come along, both of you.”
It was but a step to the turn in the passage. Directly ahead lay a steep flight of stairs. And at the top was the silent menace of the closed door.
Chapter XVIII
THE FLAGS
“Do you think it will be unlocked?” Bill dropped his voice to a whisper. The three were standing on the landing at the head of the stairs, facing the door.