too big, but I won't go in that door with you."

"So!" said the man. "Then we do it in this fashion." He made a rush
at Ivan and seizing him in his arms, held him until the other man
lifted Warren and so, half carrying and half dragging Ivan, he followed
through the dungeon-like doorway into the gloom and chill of the great
room beyond.





CHAPTER V

IN THE ENEMY'S HANDS


Ivan's first impression was of a dead, heavy chill which the fire
burning in the great fireplace at the other end of the vast room was
powerless to lighten. The place was half underground, and what light
entered was filtered through dusty and cobwebbed panes of leaded glass
set high under the vaulted roof. The windows partially lighted the
heavy oak beams which supported the ceiling, but the lower parts of the
room lay in deep shadow. Emblems and rude pictures were scratched and
chalked on the walls, but Ivan could not make them out in the dim
light.

Running the width of the room before the fireplace was a massive table,
and on either side of it were benches built where they stood. From the
size and strength of them, they might have been intended for the use of