“My black youngsters,” he murmured. “They tear my enemy Windyard to pieces inside the tunnels. They, Mr. Costigan, are my actual henchmen and it become for their edification this night that I laid John Windyard at the sacrificial stone. I could have desired to have made a few experiments with him, primarily based on certain medical theories, but my children ought to be humored. Later beneath my tutelage they may outgrow their infantile superstitions and throw apart their foolish customs, however now they ought to be led lightly by the hand.
“How do you want these beneath-the-earth corridors, Mr. Costigan?” he switched all at once. “You concept of them — what? No doubt that the white savages of your Middle Ages constructed them? Faugh! These tunnels are older than your international! They
