The Golden Bough. Gibbs George
a mound of earth, in the face of which was an iron door. Here Tanya paused, brought forth a key and in a moment led the way down a flight of steps underground. It was pitch black below but Tanya who seemed to have thought of everything brought out from the folds of her gown an electric pocket lamp which she turned into the passage-way before them, at the end of which Rowland made out a steel door with a shining nickel knob and a handle.
"The vault, Monsieur Rowlan'," she said coolly. "It is of American manufacture. Doubtless you are familiar-"
She was looking at him as she spoke, and her eyes for the moment drove all thought of numbers from his head. He caught at her hand.
"Mademoiselle-before we go on, tell me that you've forgiven me. I was but serving your cause-"
She shrugged away from him and flashed the light upon the shining metal knob of the vault door.
"Serve it here, then," she said quickly. "There! – The numbers, Droite-Gauche-"
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