"We'll see about it anyway. Unless they
were as careful with the door at the other end. It's a sporting chance,
Dollops my lad, and we've got to take it. I'll use my torch unless we
hear anything. Then we'll have to trust to luck. Heaven alone knows how
far this blessed affair runs on. We'll reach London soon, if we go on
like this!"
"Yus, and find ourselves in Mr. Narkom's office, a-burrowin' under 'is
'Ighness' desk!" finished Dollops, with a little giggle of amusement.
"And 'e wouldn't 'arf be astonished, would 'e, sir?... Crumbs! but the
chaps wot made this bloomin' tube did their job fair, didn't they? It
goes on forever.... Whew! I'm winded already."
"Then what you'll be by the end of this affair, goodness knows, my lad!"
responded Cleek, over his shoulder. He was pressing on, hugging the wall,
his eyes peering into the gloom ahead. "It seems to be continuing for
some time. Hello! here's a turning, and the question is, shall we go
straight on, or turn?"
"Seems as if them two blighters came round a turnin', judging from the
nearness of their voices, sir," said Dollops, with entire sense.
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