15: The Dweller On The Threshold
BOTH men stood back from the results of their work and mopped away perspiration. Where Gees had chipped lines in the plaster, there were now two jagged, nearly vertical slits in the brickwork, with a closely spaced, horizontal line of holes between the slits and just under the shallow arch that supported whatever ceiling there was to the hidden room, while before the wall lay a mess of broken bricks and rubble. Full daylight had given place to deep gloom, for now the sky was entirely hidden by the black cloud that had moved slowly up from the west.
“As I said, they were good bricklayers, then,” Norris remarked.
“I don’t think it was Union labour,” Gees admitted, “and probably they did more than an eight-hour day, too. Gosh, it was a tough job!”
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