To King's surprise a section of the wall suddenly opened before them.

He was seized from above by strong hands and literally jerked through the hole, his companions following.

Up narrow steps, through a sour-smelling passage and--then, into a long, dimly lighted room, in the centre of which stood a long table.
He was not permitted to linger here for long, but passed on into a small room adjoining.

Some one, speaking in English, told him to sit down.

The gag was removed from his stiff, inflamed mouth.
"Fetch him some water," said a voice that he was sure he recognised--a high, querulous voice.
"Hello, Spantz," articulated Truxton, turning to the black-bearded, bent figure.
There was an instance of silence.