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"
Who
are
you
?
"
,
screamed
some
terror
-
blinded
voice
.
"
Ragnar
Danneskjold
.
"
Three
sounds
answered
him
:
a
long
,
swelling
moan
of
panic
—
the
clatter
of
four
guns
dropped
to
the
floor
—
and
the
bark
of
the
fifth
,
fired
by
a
guard
at
the
forehead
of
the
chief
.
By
the
time
the
four
survivors
of
the
garrison
began
to
reassemble
the
pieces
of
their
consciousness
,
their
figures
were
stretched
on
the
floor
,
bound
and
gagged
;
the
fifth
one
was
left
standing
,
his
hands
tied
behind
his
back
.
"
Where
is
the
prisoner
?
"
Francisco
asked
him
.
"
In
the
cellar
.
.
.
I
guess
.
"
"
Who
has
the
key
?
"
"
Dr
.
Ferris
.
"
"
Where
are
the
stairs
to
the
cellar
?
"
"
Behind
a
door
in
Dr
.
Ferris
’
office
.
"
