Old Broadbrim followed. He saw the shadow of a flight of steps leading downward, and Danny, with the light, entered the place and cried:
"Come!"
[CHAPTER VII.]
THE TERRIBLE DEATH-TRAP.
The detective found himself in a dark place with the ghostly steps under his feet.
A step in advance was the little ogreish figure of Old Danny, his shoulders humped like an imp's and his face twisted awry as if at some time the flames had licked it.
"I'm glad you've come to warn Merle," said the little man, looking over his shoulder. "You're very good."
"Something had to be done," said Old Broadbrim. "Merle's in danger and he must know."
"Yes, yes."