Arthur Conan Doyle,
The New Catacomb
“ The great Aqueduct of old Rome lay like a monstrous caterpillar across the moonlit landscape, and their road led them under one of its huge arches, and past the circle of crumbling bricks which marks the old arena. At last Burger stopped at a solitary wooden cowhouse, and he drew a key from his pocket."Surely your catacomb is not inside a house!" cried Kennedy."The entrance to it is. That is just the safeguard which we have against anyone else discovering it." ”
