"Yes," panted Jaro, recognizing Landovitch, the T.I.S. agent. "I was
looking for you. There's a hole here some place." His fingers were
wildly running across the cold stones. "Joan's outside in the passage.
Something's happened."
Again the girl screamed.
"Here it is," said Jaro with relief, dived through. Once clear of the
walls, he stood up, cracked his head on the low ceiling.
"Joan!" he said. He could hear Landovitch grunting and puffing, trying
to squeeze his big frame through the narrow aperture. The girl did not
answer.
"Joan!" he called louder. His voice came back to him hollowly in the
pitch black corridor. "Joan!"
There was no answer. The girl was gone.