I think, in her own way, she was as keen as myself that we should effect
the rescue before the Leaders came to interpose their own methods, or
take direction of those which we had already formulated. I know that it
was in a state of controlled excitement, which approached the ecstatic,
though it left her mind in its accustomed serenity, that she went with
me hand-in-hand across the moonlight space, which we did not cross till
we had reached a point at which the other buildings would hide us from
any watchers at the killing-pens, if such there were.
By this means we reached the arsenal in safety, and stood beneath thick
walls of some smooth hard substance, having a low flat roof, and a door
at one end which showed no handle or fastening of any kind upon the
outer side.
I still think that the plan I made was in itself the best that could
have been devised from the facts as I knew them, but I admit that I was
less cautious here than I had been at the outer gate. Perhaps the
silence, and the fact that we had advanced to this point so easily, had
given me a feeling of too great security. Anyway, I can only tell what
happened, and you must judge it as you will.
I passed my hand down the door, in the shadow of the jamb, feeling for a
catch which the light might be insufficient to show me, when it yielded
to the slight pressure I gave, and opened gently. Then I pushed it
wider, and we entered together. We stood for a moment in the entrance,
side by side, looking into the dark interior, which was only very
faintly lighted by two small windows at the sides of the door. The long
side-walls, the far end, and the roof, were without lighting entirely.
The moon shone through the two small windows, and patterned a bare floor
with the horizontal bars that crossed them.
We stood there for a moment, and then my comrade slipped quietly from
me, and vanished in the shadow of the darker side of the building.
Thinking to sample some of the weapons which I knew to be stored there,
I stepped inward, loosing the door as I did so. Smoothly and swiftly it
closed behind me, with a slight ominous sound, to which the night gave
full value. It had a menace of finality, and my heart paused as I heard
it.
The next moment I recalled my courage and stepped back to reopen it. My
foot sounded loudly in the stillness, and something moved in the dark
roof that was not more than three feet overhead. With nervous haste I
felt down the inside of the door, but, as upon the outside, there was no
indication of lock or latch or handle. I thought to prise it open with
the axe-blade, but it fitted so closely that I could only find the crack
with difficulty and to force the blade in was impossible.
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