Conspiracies -- Fiction; Detective and mystery stories; England -- Fiction
Presently a yawning hole, fitfully lighted by bulbs suspended from
its earthen roof, confronted her. So this was the tunnel of which
the Keeper of the Door had spoken. She entered it resolutely. The
quality of the air had altered subtly: it had taken on a puzzling,
faint, acid tang, which she could not account for until she came to
the exit. She must have travelled three hundred yards before that,
and then she noticed that there was only darkness in front, and the
bulbs no longer hung from above. She switched on her flash again,
and a moment later she left the tunnel.
A blank, tile-faced wall was before her, and she looked from right to
left in surprise. She was in a second tunnel which ran almost at
right angles to the one she had left, and at distances lights hung on
the walls. She bent the rays of her torch downwards, and they were
reflected by three parallel ribbons of gleaming metal.
And then she understood. She was in the Tube!
CHAPTER XIII
INTEREST IN "H"
Making a closer examination with the aid of her flash, she realised
her good fortune, for a heavy circular door hung back against the
tiling of the tube tunnel. Swinging it cautiously, she found that
when closed it fitted snugly into the round gap where the
Sud-Scandinavia burrow debouched into the City and South London
Railway, so that without a minute study of the surface it was
impossible to know that a door existed at all. Remembering that
between the hours of two and five ack emma, when the Tube is closed,
there are repair gangs moving about its subterranean ways, she
realised the necessity for some such camouflage, and guessed that the
door had only been left open by an oversight. Scrutinising the
inside of it, she found that it was fitted with a strong iron bolt.
There was nothing to be gained by remaining, and she retraced her
steps with all speed. On the return journey she noticed that two
irregular ruts ran on either side of the earthen floor of the boarded
lane. Some heavy-wheeled vehicle had made that trip frequently, but
what it might be she had no notion.
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