Quentin ran to him. “Are you hurt?” he asked, taking his arm.
Morecombre’s legs folded up under him and Quentin had to lower him to the floor. “What is it?” he asked, bending over him.
“Go on—go on, you nut,” Morecombre said faintly, “don’t worry about me. Get the girl away.” He pressed his hands to his chest and Quentin could see blood oozing through his fingers.
“Keep your hair on,” he said gently. “We’ll go together. Put your arm round my neck.”
“For Christ’s sake leave me alone,” Morecombre said, his voice breaking into a sob. “Clear off—they can’t do anything to me… Get the girl….”
“Damn the girl!” Quentin said savagely. “I’m not going to leave you.” He stooped, and with a tremendous effort lifted Morecombre and took two staggering steps towards the back of the elevator which screened the service stairs. “Get down quick … go first,” he gasped to Myra.
She snatched up Morecombre’s gun which had fallen on the floor and stood watching the door through which the soldier had disappeared. Quentin staggered on. He knew it would only waste time if he argued. Morecombre suddenly stiffened in his arms and then went limp, upsetting Quentin’s balance and bringing him to his knees. One look at Morecombre’s face was sufficient. Quentin laid him on the floor gently, and then, rising, ran back to Myra. “He’s gone,” he said. “Come on, for God’s sake.”
Together they ran down the dark stairs into the basement. As they reached the bottom of the stairs they heard a heavy pounding of feet overhead. Taking Myra’s arm, Quentin hustled her along the stone corridor, down another flight of stone steps into the cellar. The entrance to the cellar was low and narrow. Only one person could enter at a time. It was an ideal place for a siege.
“We’ll be all right here for a time,” Quentin said, producing a small flashlight and examining the low-roofed vault. It was very large and full of wine barrels. “Doesn’t look as if we’ll go thirsty, either,” he added with a crooked grin.
He found the switch of the pilot light and a dim glow appeared in the ceiling when he turned down the switch. “If we can shift a couple of these barrels over to the door we can hold this place until the cows come home.”