Valentine Williams

“ This explained the single shot we had heard in the forest when we were on the rock.
“And the doctor murdered by this verdammt Engländer!” shouted a voice from the rear.
“Three days we've wasted here and not a sign of the treasure,” said von Hagel, looking round the group. “What have you to say to that, Grundt?”
Clubfoot, who had remained impassive under all this abuse, now staggered to his feet. No man lent a hand to help him. He stood and faced them, towering above them all. Ill though he was, his personality dominated every man in that place. ”

“ Von Hagel stepped back, broken, cowed. And Clubfoot cried:
“While this puppy wastes our time, the man we want, the man who can lead us to the five hundred thousand dollars in gold, is skulking trapped in a cave, not a thousand yards away. Fools that you are, don't you understand that you have but to let him know that the English girl is in our hands and he will throw up the sponge? Otherwise...”
He paused deliberately and looked at Marjorie from under his heavy brows. The crowd shouted back at him in German the word on which he had rested. ”

“ Take two men and search the gallery!”
Von Hagel coloured up at the brusqueness of Grundt's tone.
“Schröder here,” he said, without a shred of respect in his manner, “has explored the gallery. It leads to a small air-hole through which he believes the girl crawled. No man, he says, could possibly get through...” ”