When Clark wanted to be quiet, he was really quiet, which led her to wonder peripherally where he had learned it.
Comes with the floating. On the downside, he will make noise when crashing into low-hanging branches and stuff.
In fact, it hadn't taken long before her (to be honest) contempt had faded to be replaced by reluctant, if unspoken, respect.
Stone. Her mind registered the fact. Not dirt.
Huh.
"What's this? Some kind of subway tunnel or something?"
"I don't think so," Clark said. "Let's take a look around."
Old slave railroad tunnel?
The passage turned suddenly, ran on another hundred feet or so, and they were abruptly faced with a metal door, set in the stone. Lois carefully tried the doorknob.
That's new.
He shined the light on the door frame, revealing a small, black button.
"Doorbell," Lois said. "I guess we're supposed to ring for admittance. I don't think we'd better do that."
Do you suppose they could be smuggling in something?"
Naaah...
It looked as if the construction were still in progress in this part of the tunnel. In several places the walls were literally dirt, and in one spot it appeared there had been a small collapse.
Okay, what's going on? Why did the tunnel collapse? And did the collapse free Dracula?
Uh-oh.
The place where the fall of dirt had occurred was deeper and roomier than she had realized.
Wonder if there's now also more dirt on the floor than before.
and quite suddenly there was more room around them, and a musty smell that she couldn't identify.
Huh.
There must be one of the old, disused subway tunnels back here, after all. It looked as if Murphy was looking the other way for once.
Huh.
The floor was rough, carved stone, as if someone had chipped this narrow little tunnel out of the living rock.
Dracula?
He pointed at the wall. "Looks like some kind of primitive drawings."
Now look at that. Crayons? Done by a little girl some 600 years ago?
"Didn't this area originally have an Indian tribe or something living here when the European settlers first came?"
Indian burial ground ghosts?
Half a dozen wrapped forms lay on wooden platforms, and the shape of the forms told her without doubt that the forms were human.
Oh boy.
"I guess we go back the other way," Clark said after a moment.
"Yeah," Lois agreed. "Come on."
Oh boy. Oh boy. Oh boy.
/shudders/
Michael
Gee, that's kind of creepy in a story with vampires already in it. At least no coffins. Yikes!
