In the hall I might become the unintentional instrument of the squire's capture, though, so far as my ears served me, it was still empty as we had left it.

I preferred to run no risks, and would have a look at the subterranean passage instead.
"I advise you to speak low," I said, "and not to be long.

The place is alive with the police.

If they hear you all will be up." Whether he heard me I do not know.

I left him on his knees still, and Eva with her face hidden in her hands.
The cellar was a strange scene to revisit within an hour of my deliverance from that very torture-chamber.