"Cleverly made," muttered that gentleman in an admiring whisper. "It
reminds me of the old 'Twisted Arm' days, Dollops, and the tunnels that
ran to the sewers. Remember?"
"I should just jolly well think I do, guv'nor! Them were days, if yer
like it! Never knew next minute if yer were goin' ter see daylight
again."
"And this little adventure of ours seems a fair imitation of them!"
returned Cleek, with a noiseless laugh. "Let's move a bit farther on and
get our bearings. Hello! here's a little sort of cupboard without a door.
And ... look at those sacks standing there against that other side in
that little cut-out place, Dollops. Now I wonder what the devil _they_
contain. Talk about the Catacombs! They aren't in it with this affair."
Dollops crept up noiselessly and laid a hand upon one of the great sacks
that stood one upon the other in three double rows, and tried to feel the
contents with his fingers. It gave an absolutely unyielding surface, as
though it might be stuffed with concrete.
"'Ard as a ship's biscuit, sir," he ejaculated.
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