O'Toole reddened with rage.
"Why you masked ape," he said. "Let me out of here or I'll push your chin into your scalp."
That did the trick. The second guard twisted around and punched O'Toole in the face. The Irishman reeled, caught himself and said through bloody lips, "You'll pay for that."
The masked man pushed him from the car and O'Toole went a little uncertainly down the steps and after Blake.
They crossed the floor of the cave toward the series of doors in the wall. Two more guards joined the group and they paused before the first door.
"We got some wise guys," the man who was covering Blake shouted. "Want to give them a going over, Chief?"
There was a moment of silence. Then Grudge Harror's heavy voice said from beyond the door.
"Bring them in."
Blake kicked the door open and strode into a small, mercury-lighted room. There was a single chair and the desk behind which Harror was seated. His huge arms rested across its top. His expression darkened as he saw Blake.
"What's he been up to?"