Chapter 53

           

           SomewherebeneathRomethedarkfigureprowleddownastonerampintotheundergroundtunnel.Theancientpassagewaywaslitonlybytorches,makingtheairhotandthick.Upaheadthefrightenedvoicesofgrownmencalledoutinvain,echoinginthecrampedspaces.

           Asheroundedthecornerhesawthem,exactlyashehadleftthem—fouroldmen,terrified,sealedbehindrustedironbarsinastonecubicle.

           "Quiêtes-vous?"oneofthemendemandedinFrench."Whatdoyouwantwithus?"

           "Hilfe!"anothersaidinGerman."Letusgo!"

           "Areyouawarewhoweare?"oneaskedinEnglish,hisaccentSpanish.

           "Silence,"theraspyvoicecommanded.Therewasafinalityabouttheword.

           Thefourthprisoner,anItalian,quietandthoughtful,lookedintotheinkyvoidofhiscaptor’seyesandsworehesawhellitself.Godhelpus,hethought.

           Thekillercheckedhiswatchandthenreturnedhisgazetotheprisoners."Nowthen,"hesaid."Whowillbefirst?"

           

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