Part 29 (1/2)
There was no reply, and Jack became alarmed at the continued stillness, then he heard his friend mutter:
”I'll be seeing visions by and by. I thought my brain was stronger than it is--could have sworn that was Jack's voice.”
Jack got speedily and quietly down, turned on the switch, and hopped up on the table again, peering through. He knew that the stream had now become a river of fire, and that it was sending to the ceiling an unholy, unearthly glow.
”Oh, d.a.m.n it all!” groaned Drummond, at which Jack roared with laughter.
”Alan,” he shouted, ”fish out that electric bulb from the creek and hold it aloft; then you'll see where you are. I'm in the next cell; Jack Lamont, Electrician and Coppersmith: all orders promptly attended to: best of references, and prices satisfactory.”
”Jack, is that really you, or have I gone demented?”
”Oh, you always were demented, Alan, but it is I, right enough. Pick up the light and tell me what kind of a cell you've got.”
”Horrible!” cried Drummond, surveying his situation. ”Walls apparently of solid rock, and this uncanny stream running across the floor.”
”How are you furnished? Shelf of rock, stone bench?”
”No, there's a table, cot bed, and a wooden chair.”
”Why, my dear man, what are you growling about? They have given you one of the best rooms in the hotel. You're in the Star Chamber.”
”Where in the name of heaven are we?”
”Didn't you recognize the rock from the deck of a steamer?”
”I never saw the deck of a steamer.”
”Then how did you come here?”
”I was writing a letter in my room when someone threw a sack over my head, and tied me up in a bundle, so that it was a close shave I wasn't smothered. I was taken in what I suppose was a cab and flung into what I afterwards learned was the hold of a steamer. When the s.h.i.+p stopped, I was carried like a sack of meal on someone's shoulder, and unhampered before a gaunt specter in uniform, in a room so dazzling with electric light that I could hardly see. That was a few minutes ago, Now I am here, and starving. Where is this prison?”
”Like the Mikado, as Kate would say, the authorities are bent on making the punishment fit the crime. You are in the rock of the Baltic, which you fired at with that gun of yours. I told you those suave officials at St. Petersburg were playing with you.”
”But why have they put you here, Jack?”
”Oh, I was like the good dog Tray, who a.s.sociated with questionable company, I suppose, and thus got into trouble.”
”I'm sorry.”
”You ought to be glad. I'm going to get out of this place, and I don't believe you could break gaol, una.s.sisted, in twenty years. Here is where science confronts brutality. I say, Drummond, bring your table over to the corner, and mount it, then we can talk without shouting. Not much chance of any one outside hearing us, even if we do clamor, but this is a damp situation, and loud talk is bad for the throat. Cut a slice of that brown bread and lunch with me. You'll find it not half bad, as you say in England, especially when you are hungry. Now,” continued Jack, as his friend stood opposite him, and they found by experiment that their combined reach was not long enough to enable them to shake hands through the bars, ”now, while you are luxuriating in the menu of the Trogzmondoff, I'll give you a sketch of my plan for escape.”
”Do,” said Drummond.
”I happen to have with me a pair of bottles containing a substance which, if dissolved in water, and sprinkled on this rock, will disintegrate it. It proves rather slow work, I must admit, but I intend to float in to you one of the bottles, and the apparatus, so that you may help me on your side, which plan has the advantage of giving you useful occupation, and allowing us to complete our task in half the time, like the engineers on each side of the Simplon Tunnel.”
”If there are bars in the lower watercourse,” objected Drummond, ”won't you run a risk of breaking your bottle against them?”
”Not the slightest. I have just sent that much thinner electric lamp through, but in this case I'll just tie up the bottle and squirt gun in my stocking, attach that to the wire, and the current will do the rest.
You can unload, and I'll pull my stocking back again. If I dared wrench off a table leg, I could perhaps shove bottle and syringe through to you from here, but the material would come to a dead center in the middle of this tunnel, unless I had a stick to push it within your reach.