And then a shiver ran down his spine for a distant voice called:
“Here!”
“Fire!” yelled Mr. Stott, and stumbled down the steps. The voice came from a door.
“Wait, I’ll kick out the key.”...
There was a sound of metallic scraping and something hit the brick-work at his feet.
Mr. Stott frowned at it. A key.
“Open the door,” said the voice urgently.
Mr. Stott stooped and picked it up, made three shots at the keyhole and at last got it.
A man doubled up as if in pain, shuffled out.
“Unfasten the strap,” he commanded.