“He won’t be back, right away,” answered the old man. “You and he did quick work, all right, the way you nabbed this fellow.”
Harry looked around the room. The cavern was lighted by several electric incandescents. Evidently the wiring came from the farmhouse.
An object that appeared to be a printing press stood in one corner. There was a table in another. The sides of the room were dim. Harry could make out chains, ropes, and boxes on the floor.
The men looked at Harry; then their leader, the old man, spoke to Bert Crull.
“You question him, Birdie,” he said.
Crull sat on a box, and stared at Harry Vincent.
“Come on, Vincent,” he said. “Give us the lowdown on what you’ve been doing around here. Windsor has told us all he knows.”
Harry looked at Blair Windsor questioningly. The other prisoner nodded in corroboration.
“I had to do it, Vincent,” he said. “This gang has got us. They may make terms with us, if we tell them all we know.”
“I know very little,” replied Harry. “I just happened to be visiting Blair Windsor. I noticed that people disappeared from his cellar. So I figured there was a passage over to the farmhouse.”