For some time the light remained there, and then it vanished.
In darkness again the detective arose and felt the stone walls of the shaft.
These were nearly smooth.
He tried to pull out a stone, but found that he was too weak for the task, and desisted.
At last he caught a sound from beyond the pit that seemed to startle him.
Some time had elapsed since his fall, and the thought that some infernal agency was flooding the pit flashed across his mind.
Broadbrim waited a while, and then felt the water at his feet.
He was to be drowned, and with water Old Danny would complete the work of crime.
Broadbrim leaned against the wall of the pit and felt the water about his feet.
In his desperation he reached up and caught hold of a stone that projected a few inches from the wall.