I think that is all, Sergeant.

Report yourselves by the telephone if the wire is long enough and it will work, which I daresay it won't, and, anyway, look out for us about half-past ten.

Good-bye!" "Good-bye, Captain," answered Quick, then stretched out his hand, shook that of Orme, and without another word took his lamp and left the chamber.
An impulse prompted me to follow him, leaving Orme and Higgs discussing something before they parted.

When he had walked about fifty yards in the awful silence of that vast underground town, of which the ruined tenements yawned on either side of us, the Sergeant stopped and said suddenly: "You don't believe in presentiments, do you, Doctor ?" "Not a bit," I answered.
"Glad of it, Doctor.

Still, I have got a bad one now, and it is that I shan't see the Captain or you any more." "Then that's a poor look-out for us, Quick." "No, Doctor, for me.