Miss Billie, you had better remain here." "But," catching me by the sleeve, "he is armed; he has a revolver and a knife." "Don't worry about that," and I caught the restraining hand in my own.
"One of us will open the door, and the other have the fellow covered before he knows what to do.

Come on, Miles." It seemed dark below, descending as we did suddenly from out the glare of the upper hall, and we had to grope our way forward from the foot of the stairs.

I saw Billie follow us a few steps, and then stop, leaning over to witness all she could.

I was a step or so in advance of Miles, and had drawn my revolver.

The cellar was as quiet as a grave.