" "It ought to be; it cost enough to get it here," said the Scot, ruefully. “I repeat, gentlemen,” he said, in an ominously low tone, “what of it?” Drummond shrugged his shoulders. As Jack appeared to be sinking fast, his fetters were removed, his own clothes were returned to him, and he was allowed a mattress and a scanty supply of bed-linen. But the Remenhams in the days of Charles the First, with the need for an escape route from Cromwell’s increasingly victorious forces, had cut a trapdoor through its floor into the cellars below, and thence hewn the long rough passageway that led underground right outside the boundary of the estate. A hazy face appeared through the fog of sleep, pale and thin and looming. I had a hunch. ’ She bestowed a dazzling smile on Roding, who had reddened to the gills at these words.
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