"What thick wrists you have!" I commented. "I never knew they were so sinewy."
"You never chained them before," he grinned.
With two more pairs of handcuffs I shackled my own left wrist and ankle to Susan on the right.
"Now we are ready," I pronounced.
"You've treated us like bank robbers," muttered Gird.
"No, no, do not blame Mr. Wills," Zoberg defended me again. He looked anxiously at Susan. "Are you quite prepared, my dear?"
Her eyes met his for a long moment; then she closed them and nodded. I, bound to her, felt a relaxation of her entire body. After a moment she bowed her chin upon her breast.
"Let nobody talk," warned Zoberg softly. "I think that this will be a successful venture. Wills, the light."
With my free hand I turned it out.
All was intensely dark for a moment. Then, as my eyes adjusted themselves, the room seemed to lighten. I could see the deep gray rectangles of the windows, the snow at their bottoms, the blurred outline of the man in his chair across the floor from me, the form of Susan at my left hand. My ears, likewise sharpening, detected the girl's gentle breathing, as if she slept. Once or twice her right hand twitched, shaking my own arm in its manacle. It was as though she sought to attract my attention.