“This is a very old building,”—and then stopped.
“Thank you, Mr Darrell, it is,” said Wyatt sarcastically; “and it is very strong.”
“Thank you Mr Wyatt,” said Dick, smiling, “but I have something else to say.”
“Then say it, old lad, for I’m in a fever of expectation and nervous irritation. Hang it all! I never felt so disagreeable in my life.”
“It was the old Rajah’s palace.”
“Yes, of course,” cried Wyatt.
“And, foolishly or not, I have been thinking it possible that there may be a secret passage somewhere which leads to the outside.”
“Known only to one of the old king’s followers?” cried Wyatt excitedly.
“Yes.”
“And making our place only a trap in which we may be caught at any moment.”