"The linen closet?"
"Yes. I have just looked at it. There will be room enough for him, and there's no opening through which he can call to anyone on the outside. If he does make an outcry some of us will be here to look after him."
"That's a good game. I hadn't thought of it before."
"Come along, my fine young bareback rider. You'll wish you'd stuck to your own business before you get through with us!"
Phil was led down the side passageway of the car and thrust into a narrow compartment, about three sides of which were shelves loaded down with the linen used on the car.
There was room for a chair in the compartment and he could stand upright. However, had he wished to lie down he would have been unable to do so.
"So this is the prison you have decided to lock me in, is it?" grinned the lad.
"It looks that way. I guess it will bring you to your senses.
You'll talk by tomorrow morning, I'll guarantee."
"I guess you will have another guess coming," warned Phil.
Without further parley Sully slammed the door and locked it, leaving Phil in absolute darkness.