At the bottom they crouched on the top of the elevator car. Silently, Illya opened the roof hatch. The car below was empty. They lowered themselves in and pressed the open button. A long, darkened corridor stretched before them. One of the new concrete bomb shelter corridors.
Once again, all was silent.
They left the elevator and moved along the dim corridor. The forced air vents hummed above their heads. Illya watched his gauge, letting it lead them closer and closer to Morlock The Great.
"The left corridor," Illya said.
The turned down the left corridor.
"Now right," Illya said.
It was at the end of this right corridor that they first heard the sound. A distant rumbling like a powerful engine, and, below the rumbling a sound like the sea far off on a stormy day. Solo held up his hand. They both listened.
"What do you think it is?" Illya said.
"A motor, real powerful motors, and—" Solo said.
"And voices, a lot of voices!"
Solo nodded. The rumbling of motors, and the sound that was many voices, came no closer. But even as they listened in the dim corridor, two morlocks suddenly appeared from a door in the wall in front of them.
The morlocks, hurrying, and the two agents saw each other at the same time.
The morlocks were too slow.
Illya and Solo stepped over their bodies and went on down the corridor. They had used sleep darts and there had been no sound. But Illya stopped, looking at his gauge.
"We're going away!"
Kuryakin turned and retraced his steps. When he reached the door the two morlocks had come from he stopped again. He pointed at the door.
"In there, Napoleon. But not close."
Solo stepped past and opened the door.
A narrower, brighter corridor led downward at a sharp slant. As the two agents moved silently along this different-looking passage, the sound of engines and voices grew louder. The two agents nodded to each other. At least it was becoming clear that they were going in the right direction.
"From the sound of it," Solo whispered, "they may all be up ahead."
"We'll need the sleep-gas bombs again," Illya said.
"And a little luck. 'Dabori said there could be a hundred," Solo said.
The passage continued downward. A chill grew in the draft of air that was now coming along the passage.
"This passage connects to outside!" Solo said.
"Morlock would have an escape route, Napoleon," Illya said.
The voices seemed very close now, and the throb of powerful engines. Then, suddenly, Illya stopped again. He stared down at his gauge.
"We've passed him again," Illya said.
The blond agent returned up the passage and stopped at a spot where there was nothing at all—blank wall on either side, and smooth floor and ceiling. Illya narrowed his eyes and began to feel the walls.
"Here!" Illya whispered. "Be ready! The gauge says he's very close, right behind this wall. I feel a lever."
Illya pulled the lever and a wall slid open A very narrow opening, and on the other side only darkness. The two agents peered in.
The shouts came loud from the end of the main passage. From both ends of the passage, the morlocks were roaring in fury and rushing toward them. There was no time to hesitate.
"Inside!" Illya cried.
The two agents dashed through the small opening in the side wall—and stepped out into space.
With cries of surprise, Illya and Solo fell down through the pitch dark.
FOUR
STUNNED, the two agents lay on what seemed to be a dirt floor. Nothing moved in the dark. The only sound was the sound of motors not far away, and the rumbling sound of morlock voices.
Solo was the first to revive. He sat up and switched on his miniature ring-flashlight. They were, he saw, in a deep pit. The floor was dirt, but the sides were stone. Above, far above, the ceiling was stone, and halfway up was the black shape of the opening they had been so cleverly forced through.
Illya's voice spoke beside Solo. "Look!"
"What?"
"Shine it left, on the floor," Illya said.
Solo shined the light. In the center of the pit-like room where they lay on the dirt there was a small metal pillar, like a receptacle for burning incense.
It stood only two feet high and had a flat top. On the flat top was a tiny object.
The two men looked at the object.
"The homer," Illya said. "It's the device I attached to Morlock The Great's cuff."
There was a loud, mocking laugh.
It came from above, from the opposite side of the pit from where they had plunged down. Solo shone his lights up. As he did so light flooded the entire pit from spotlights up in the ceiling. The two agents blinked in the bright glare.
The sardonic laugh came again.
On a wide ledge halfway up the sheer stone walls they saw once again the tiny, grotesque figure of Morlock The Great. The magician stared down at them.
"You did very well, gentlemen. I underestimated you badly. But, then, you now have underestimated me. I admit I was stupid to let your plant that device on me, but you were stupid to think that I would not detect it in the end. So, now here we are."
"And without an atomic war," Solo pointed out.
Morlock laughed, his over-large head shaking on his skinny midget body. "True. I failed this time. But I have you. I will not fail next time, but for you two I fear there will be no next time. I do not intend to make the same error again—the error of leaving you alive behind me, I mean."
"We are not alone," Illya said coldly.
"U.N.C.L.E. ? Yes, they will send more men, but I think you two are the most dangerous. The others I can handle," Morlock said. "I am in no hurry, really. We are all prepared, the shelters are ready. All that has happened is that we have lost our good London shelter, and—"
"Don't be stupid, Morlock," Solo said. "You're known, and so is your plan. Every government will be after you. You won't be able—"
"So," Morlock said, "you have reported. Unfortunate. Still, it is not as bad as you hope. I'm sorry to tell you. They will not find me, and we will start again."
"Where can you hide now?" Illya said, mocked.
The grotesque figure on the ledge only laughed his sardonic laugh.
"Ah, gentlemen, where I can hide is my secret. But I admit freely, that you have caused me much trouble. Yes, much trouble. I will not let you off lightly. So, Voila!"
The grotesque magician waved his tiny hand. There was a puff of smoke on the floor and morlocks appeared as if from nowhere. Before Illya or Solo could move they were pinioned by strong hands, something was looped around one of each of their legs. Another flash of smoke, and the morlocks vanished.
"You must admire my tricks, gentlemen," Morlock said from his ledge. "I am the greatest magician."
Solo and Illya were too busy looking at what had been done to their legs. They looked at each other, puzzled. The morlocks had chained one leg of each of them—chained securely and on long chains that clanked when they moved. The morlocks had also removed all clothes but their underwear.
"Your clothes appear to be far too dangerous," Morlock said drily from his ledge. "Are the chains comfortable? As you see, you have quite free movement. So, now, Ole!"