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“I see it”

“Wow, look at this—”

“Sam”

“What?”

“I hate to stifle your iot a bottle of wine to steal”

“Right, sorry Let’s go”

Having used Google Earth to draw up their own overhead sketch of Bondaruk’s estate, coles and distances, as well as annotations from Bohuslav’s notes, they kept track of their steps as they headed into the tunnel

Under the ns of li the walls, but it appeared most of the tunnel had been carved out the old-fashioned way, by ha labor

Here and there on the floor ooden toolboxes, coils of half-rotted rope, rusted pickaxes and sledgehammers, a pair of half-rotted leather boots, canvas coveralls that partially disintegrated when Reht-and left-hand walls every ten feet were oil lalobes black with soot, their bronze reservoirs and handles covered in a scabrous green patina Sa inside

After fifty yards of walking, Remi stopped, studied the sketch, and said, “We should be just under the outer wall Another hundred yards or so and we should be directly under the main house”

She was off by only a few yards After another two minutes they reached a widened intersection, the tunnel and tracks continuing straight as well as to the right Five old-fashioned ore carts sat in a line against the left-hand wall, while a sixth sat on the north-south tracks

“Straight ahead to the stables, and right to the east wings,” Sam said

“I think so”

He checked his watch “Let’s check out the stables first and see e can see”

After another half , Reer to her lips and mouthed, Music They listened in silence for ten seconds then Sam leaned in and whispered in Remi’s ear, “ ‘Summer Wind’ by Frank Sinatra”