“Yes,” he said, as if it didn’t matter any more. “I ... remember.”
“We’re married now. I guess you knew that. Peter was here last night with another man. They’ll come back—”
“To take me to prison? No! I’d rather die here.... Forget me. Save yourselves. Get outside....”
“Is there a way outside? Is there?” asked Judy eagerly.
But Dick said he knew of no other door out of the tunnel. He knew of no openings at all except the chimney to the furnace and the space under the cupids. He had been pushed in between them and down into the tunnel when the fountain was off.
“Have to turn it off,” was all he could advise.
“But you say it’s turned off from the tower?”
“That’s right ... get outside ... to the tower.”
“We can’t,” Horace protested. “Can’t you see how impossible it is? There’s no way out of here except through the water, and the force of it would knock us unconscious.”
“Then we’ll all ... drown,” the imprisoned man gasped and fell back on the cot as if he wished it would soon be over.