Campe’s face grew rigid; his mouth twitched and one shaking hand went to it as though to hide his weakness.
“Some one inside,” said he. “Inside! Yes, that’s a fearful thing. Outside’s bad enough. But the other.” He stood, his fingers pressing against his lips for a moment; then he asked, suddenly, “Did you find the person out?”
“I did,” answered the big man. “And I have found out the one in Schwartzberg.”
Campe stretched out the shaking hand and laid it against Scanlon’s chest.
“Don’t say anything more,” said he. “Not her name, for God’s sake! I couldn’t stand that!”
CHAPTER XIII
DEALS WITH SOME HAPPENINGS OF THE NEXT DAY
THE remainder of the night passed without incident; and next morning, Scanlon accompanied by Kretz, who carried the light, made a complete tour of the regions beneath the castle. No one was hidden there; there were only the massive walls and arches, the damp and the echo.
“Locks and bolts seem to offer no hindrance to housebreakers,” said Bat, speaking to Campe who met them when they came up. “So, with your permission, we’ll have a few additional precautions.”
Procuring a hammer and some heavy nails, the door to the vaults was made fast.
“Now,” Bat proceeded, “we are in a position to offer some defence against another invasion. But,” and he glanced from Campe to the silent German, and back again, “how the dickens they got into the cellar puzzles me. I looked all around; but not a way could I see.”