PETER SATCHLEY heard the shrieks and cries, and they struck terror to his heart, but he could not determine from whence they came. They ceased almost immediately, and again there was deep silence. In the stuffy closet, Satchley felt the perspiration streaming from his face and hands, fought to get his breath, and tried to conquer his fear enough to make a determined attack upon the strong door that barred the way to freedom.
He waited until he felt sure that at least ten minutes had passed, for he still felt the menace of The Scarlet Scourge; and then he threw his weight against the panels in front of him. The door groaned and shivered, but did not give way either at lock or hinges.
Although handicapped in the narrow space, Satchley hurled himself at the door repeatedly, until finally th
