“ Wait.” Henry approached the tunnel, followed by the lieutenant. “You recognize your neighbor? The Bailey girl?”
“Yes.”
“Guts.”
Henry didn’t reply. He just nodded and bent to peer into the dark dreadfulness of the hole the rescuers had made and abandoned, the hole into which two men, against orders, had plunged.
For what seemed a long time nothing happened.
It wasn’t, Henry thought, actually long, but merely long by the standards of that night: ten minutes, perhaps, or maybe less. Then he saw a wink of lights and shadows moving. One man made his way to the tunnel mouth and put down the thing in his arms. It was a baby and it cried.
The man turned back.
“Got a torch?” Henry asked the policeman.
“ You can’t go in!” Lacey yelled back. “Too risky for you!”
“Got a torch?”