His underling returned and, resting on his arm, Jennings with some
difficulty managed to get down the stairs. The whole house now blazed
with light. Formerly the detective had wondered why Miss Loach had
been so fond of electric lamps, thinking that as an old lady she would
have preferred a softer glow. But now he knew that she required the
electricity for the illumination of the factory, and for manipulating
the metals required in the manufacture of coins. There was no doubt
that she was one of the gang also, but Jennings could not conceive why
she should take to such a business. However, the woman was dead and
the gang captured, so the detective moved along the narrow passage with
a sense of triumph. He never thought that he would be so lucky as to
make this discovery, and he knew well that such a triumph meant praise
and reward. "I'll be able to marry Peggy now," he thought.
The coiners had been removed to the Rexton cells, and only Hale
remained under the charge of Mrs. Barnes and Dr. Slane. The body of
Twining lay in the dining-room of the villa. A policeman was on guard
at the door of the villa, and two remained at the forked passage. When
Jennings arrived here he felt inclined to turn off to the right and
explore the other passage, but he was also anxious to see the factory
and assure himself of the value of his discovery. He therefore
painfully hobbled along, clinging to Atkins, but sustained in his
efforts by an indomitable spirit.
"Here you are, sir," said Atkins, turning on the light and revealing
the workshop. "A fine plant, isn't it?"
"It is, indeed," said Jennings, glancing up to the rough roof where
five or six lamps blazed like suns, "and a nice hiding-place they
found. I'll sit here and look round, Atkins."
He dropped into a chair near the bench and stared at the cellar. It
was large, and built of rough stones, so that it looked like a prison
cell of the Bastille. The floor was of beaten earth, the roof of
brick, built in the form of an arch, and the door was of heavy wood
clamped with iron. The brilliant illumination enabled Jennings to see
everything, even to the minutest detail of the place.
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