"Not much chance of that. I've worse news for you, Sandy. Something that shows that it was by no accident that door became locked."
"How's that?"
Sandy sat on the edge of the bed, peering into the darkness where Jack's form was dimly visible.
"Walstein and Dampier are in this place!"
"Here? In this tower?" gasped Sandy incredulously.
"Yes, I heard them whispering at the door when I woke up. I recognized their voices. That rascal who took us in here has robbed me, too."
"He has, eh, the gloomeroon!"
"Yes, he took every penny out of my pocket while we were sleeping."
"How did you discover this?"
"I overheard something while they were whispering at the door that made me suspicious. I heard Walstein tell the man that he had got his share of whatever ransom they made out of us, when he picked my pockets."