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of coal out of your throat when one hand was under you, and the other was being held, and your nose was pressing against another bit of coal?

      Then Ben realised why he wasn’t screaming. The other person’s hand, in some queer way, was ordering him not to. It kept on pressing his, at first in long, determined grasps, but afterwards in quick, spasmodic ones. ‘Don’t scream—don’t scream—don’t scream!’ urged each pressure. ‘Wait!’

      What for?

      A moment later, he knew. Voices were approaching.

      At first they were merely an indistinguishable accompaniment to the thudding of the engines, but gradually they drew out of throb and became separate and individual. One voice was slow and rough. The other was sharp and curt. Ben had never heard either of them before, yet he had an odd sensation that he had done so, and instinctively he visualised the speakers. The first, tall; the second, short, thick-set and stumpy.

      ‘This the spot?’ drawled the first speaker.

      ‘Yes. Charming, isn’t it?’ said the second.

      There was a pause. When the first speaker answered he had drawn nearer, and seemed so close that Ben nearly jumped. He might have jumped but for another little pressure of the fingers still closed over his.

      ‘Can’t say I’d choose to live in it,’ came the slow voice.

      ‘Well, no one’s asking you to live in it,’ came the curt one. ‘It’ll do, anyway. That is, if we’re driven to it. But there may be another way.’

      ‘Seems to’ve been made for us.’

      ‘P’r’aps it was! Old Papa Fate hands one a prize once and again, doesn’t he? He handed you to me, for instance!’

      ‘And he handed you to me!’

      A short laugh followed. Then the curt voice said:

      ‘Well, it’s fifty-fifty. Only, don’t forget, son of a gun, you don’t get your fifty unless I get mine!’

      ‘I’m not forgetting anything,’ retorted the slow voice; ‘and if there’s any damned double-crossing, I sha’n’t forget that, either! What’s beyond there?’

      ‘Water.’

      ‘Don’t be funny. Is all this coal?’

      ‘Ay.’

      ‘Just coal?’

      ‘Of course, just coal! D’you suppose we feed the fires with diamonds? Have a feel!’

      Ben bared his teeth to bite. God spared him the necessity.

      ‘What’s all this curiosity, anyhow?’ demanded the curt voice abruptly.

      ‘Nothing special,’ responded the slow voice. ‘But there’s no harm in knowing, is there?’

      ‘None at all. And you can trust me with the knowing! I expect I know my own ship, and—hallo! What’s that?’

      The curt voice broke off suddenly. Four pairs of ears listened tensely. Two pairs by the coal, two under it.

      ‘I didn’t hear anything,’ growled the slow voice.

      ‘P’r’aps I didn’t either,’ muttered the other.

      ‘Getting nervy, eh?’

      ‘Nerves your hat!’

      ‘Then what was it?’

      ‘A blankety rat, probably, running across the coal. Oh, shut your mug and let’s get back to it! Do you think you can find your way here all right? That is, supposing you have to?’

      ‘I suppose so. But wouldn’t you be coming with me?’

      A contemptuous snort followed the question.

      ‘Bit of a darned fool, aren’t you?’ said the curt voice. ‘How am I going to manage that?’

      ‘How am I going to manage fourteen ladders and seventeen corners and ninety-six passages?’ came the retort, delivered with warmth.

      ‘You may have to!’ The warmth was reciprocated. ‘Anyway, Sims would manage the first half of the journey for you.’

      ‘What! With that load?’

      ‘Yes, with that load! Sims has muscles. And d’you expect I’d have taken you on board if I hadn’t seen yours?’

      ‘Maybe one of these fine days you’ll feel ’em!’

      ‘Maybe elephants grow grass on their heads! You’re a useful sort of a tyke, aren’t you? How the blazes could I get away? It’ll be all hands on deck if this little business comes along, don’t you worry!’

      ‘Yes, but s’pose—’

      ‘Do you suppose an officer can afford to be missing during an affair of that sort?’ cried the officer under consideration. ‘God, you used your brains at Hammersmith, didn’t you?’

      Hammersmith! Ben stopped breathing. Hammersmith …

      ‘I used something else, as well, at Hammersmith,’ snarled the other; ‘and you’re going the right way to get a taste of it.’

      ‘Say—have you ever been at a murder trial, and seen the old man put on his black cap?’ asked the curt voice, after a momentary pause. ‘I reckon you’re going the right way to get something too. Now, listen! We’ve been here long enough. Get back to your quarters, Mr Hammersmith Stoker, and lie low till you’re wanted. And if you think of using that pretty little spanner I see in your hand, just remember the black cap.’

      There was a silence, and the sound of moving feet. Then the slow voice observed, contemplatively:

      ‘We’ve all got to die some time, you know.’

      ‘Like hell, we have,’ agreed the curt man. ‘But there’s ways and ways. I prefer a bed to a rope.’

      The voices were farther off. Now they ceased altogether. But Ben did not move. His spirit was lying, frozen, in Hammersmith.

      A whisper close to his ear brought him back to coal.

      ‘For God’s sake, let’s get out of this before we suffocate!’ it said. ‘You and I’ve got to talk!’

       Thud-thud! Thud-thud! Thud-thud!

       4

       Confidences in the Dark

      ‘’Oo are yer?’ muttered Ben.

      ‘Wait till we’re out,’ came the whispered response.

      ‘Yus, but ’ow do we git aht?’ Ben whispered back.

      This time a brilliant little light answered him. It illuminated the improvised coal cavern, and revealed it as considerably smaller than he had imagined it to be. A few points and sharp edges dazzled close to his eyes; then, as the little light became more distant and the shaft changed its direction, shadows shot towards him from the points and edges, which now became blurred outlines beyond moving pools of black.

      Suddenly the little light went out, and all was darkness again. Ben tried to hold his breath, and discovered that he was already holding it. When terrified, he had not the power to keep anything in reserve. That was why he frequently went beyond the reserve. Five long seconds ticked by. He thought he heard them ticking, but couldn’t be sure. Then the light was switched on again, almost blinding him.

      ‘Wotcher put the light aht for?’ he demanded weakly.

      The

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