I did not understand him, and I said so, trembling.
"It is a tolerable hiding-place?" said he.
I nodded; to please him I would have said it was a palace.
"And not a bad prison?"
I nodded again; staring at him, fascinated. I began to understand.
"And a grave?"
I shuddered. "What do you mean?" I muttered.
"Lay a man in there, bound hand and foot, and gagged; what would you find in a year's time, Mr. Price? Not much."
I stared at him.
"If they knew of that downstairs," he continued, stopping to snuff the candle with his fingers, then looking askance at me, "would they use it, I wonder? Would they use it? What do you think, Mr. Price?"