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 The mechanic twisted at the band about my wrists and removed the cuffs before he left me. He merely locked me in and I was perfectly prisoned.

The door of the little room proved, upon investigation, to be of steel grained like wood; the two windows were tall and mullioned. Exteriorly, or if considered casually from within, they appeared to have been designed simply for a picturesque effect; but actually the stone mullions divided the panes into such narrow slits that no one possibly could press through.

I heard through the ceiling the steady pacing of feet and I realized that above me was a similar room confining Pete, probably.

With respect to Pete also, Bane had some idea of his own. Undoubtedly before Pete, as well as before myself, stretched a considerable experience; and before the girl who blamed herself for it all.

Where was she? With Bane? Or locked up like me?

Through the tall slits between the mullions, I inspected the lake and the bit of beach where wheels were being removed from monoplanes