“Where to?” I asked, standing firm.
“Where there’s no window for you to jump out of, old boy, and no clothes of mine for you to hide behind. You needn’t look so scared; it’s as dry as a bone, as cellars go. And it’s past three o’clock. And you’ve just got to come.”
CHAPTER XVIII
A MAN OF MANY MURDERS
It was a good-sized wine-cellar, with very little wine in it; only one full bin could I discover. The bins themselves lined but two of the walls, and most of them were covered in with cobwebs,
thing about me, and in a little I had deciphered enough to guess correctly (as it proved) at the whole: -
“You say you heard everything just now, and there is no time for further explanations. I am in the hands of villains, but not ill-treated, though they are one as bad as the other. You will not