“You’ve explored the cavern, I suppose between three and five,” I said, starting up the small talk again.
“Yes.”
“It runs to solid walls, I take it?”
“Very solid.”
“Nothing like a trap door in the floor, by any chance?”
“Not by any.”
“Now a noise would probably be one of the worst advised projects possible, don’t you think?”
“It wouldn’t change the end at all,” Doris said, “and would only put us worse off now. They’d tie and gag us—or else let us yell for their amusement.”
“Of course some one’s just outside.”
“Of course.”