CHAPTER IV
THE ESCAPEHow long we stood there staring I do not know; it seemed a long time, but it may not have been more than a few seconds. “God Almighty! What sort of a place is this?” I muttered at last. “Let’s get her out.”
Steeley threw me a queer smile. “How?”
I looked around, and for the first time noticed that there was no door. Hard though it was to believe, we were in a room without a door. And it was while I stood pondering on this new phenomenon that I heard a sound that sent the blood racing through my veins. Footsteps were approaching; soft, stealthy footsteps; and it was obvious that more than one pair of feet were making them.
Steeley grabbed me by the arm and dragged me back beyond the curtain. For a moment only he paused to stop it swinging before pointing to the pile
