"Solid walls," he declared. "It's a regular vault. No other entrance."
"Good," decided Harry. "We'll put them in there."
He ordered Chefano to stand.
"No foolishness," he declared. "Go down in that room and call your creature with you. Any false move — by either you or the ape-man — and it's bullets for you, Bernardo Chefano."
The twisted lips were ugly as Chefano arose and obeyed. He hissed his commanding whistle. The cowed ape-man followed. Weston stood in the passage, his automatic ready, as the prisoners entered the vault.
Harry was at the head of the steps, covering the scene with his flashlight. The Englishman joined the prisoners and calmly searched their clothes; the ape-man cowered during the operation. Weston took a revolver from Chefano's pocket.
"No trouble from them now," he said calmly.
He closed the door of the vault; it had a heavy hasp which the Englishman attached to the staple on the doorway, wedging the fastening in place with a bolt that was there for the purpose.
* * *
Cooper smiled in a relieved way.