Chapter Eight
Lesley led us from the dining room. She clearly had some intent, some use or something to show me. Ss for me, my thoughts were still flitting around the article she had presented me with and the delights of Lesley’s maid.
We turned right and walked down the familiar corridor, but instead of entering into the classroom on the left, Lesley approached and opened a thin narrow door with bolts fitted to it and led me down beneath the house. We were in the basement, the cellar of her home. The cellar had been subdivided with breeze block walls and bar lined doors creating cells to my left. Where the other half of the room should be is a solid wall where a single centre affixed door had been fitted. It looked even more formidable than the cell doors. Beyond that door, lights burne
