This is not a new event that may be pregnant with hope—on the contrary, it is possibly the next downward step in the line of Pauline Potter's revenge.
When the key turns in the lock, both men are on their feet ready to meet whatever may be in store for them.
The door swings open.
Instead of a man, they see a woman of Malta. Upon her arm hangs a lantern. She shades her eyes from its glare and looks upon the prisoners.
To say Doctor Chicago is surprised would be putting it feebly; he is amazed at the sight of a woman jailer.
Now she fastens her eyes on his face, he can almost feel her gaze. She advances a step or two.
"Chicago?" she says, inquiringly.
John hardly knows what she means.
"Answer her," says Sharpe, quickly; "she wants to know if you are from Chicago."
"Yes," returns Craig, nodding.