“How did you hear that?” Lucy’s brows knitted. At once. He had now reached what was called the Lower Leads,—a flat, covering a part of the prison contiguous to the gateway, and surrounded on all sides by walls about fourteen feet high. Chapter XXII AN OLD FOOL Lady Ferringhall made room for him on the sofa by her side. Lucy snatched it up and put it in her pack. She opened the door with a neon colored key.
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