some terrible outburst of violence.

Then, to her amazement, Warden smiled--his candid, pleasant smile.
"Certainly, if you make a point of it," he said. "Perhaps you will walk
up with me. The strong-room is on our way, and while you are looking at
the latest specimens I will carry out your orders."

He turned back with the words, and led the way towards the distant lamp
that glimmered in the wall.

Stiffly Hill turned to the girl beside him. "Would you rather go back and
wait for me?" he said.

"Oh, no!" she said, instantly. "No; I am coming too."

He said no more, but grimly stalked in the wake of Warden.

The latter moved quickly till he reached the place where the lamp was
lodged in a niche in the wall. Here he stopped, stooped, and fitted a key
into a narrow door that had been let into the stone. It opened outwards,
and he drew aside, waiting for Hill.

"I will go and dismiss the men," he said. "May I leave you in charge till
I come back? They will not come this way."

Hill paused on the threshold. The lamp cast a dim light into the place,
which was close and gloomy as a prison.

"There are two steps down," said Warden. "One of them is badly broken,
but it's worth your while to go in and have a look at our latest finds.