The tunnel was dark and seemed as if it never ended. Even with the light from the torch , it was hard to see any further than a few meter ahead of us. So we stepped in sync , two adults holding hands and tip-toeing , in the dark. Every few tens of steps or so Mrs Jamie would made a mark on the wall with the torch as we agreed upon. Soon , we reached the first turn and Mrs Jamie signaled to me that she went to the right when she was lost there the first time.<\/p>\n
So we followed her previous path and took right every time we reached a turn. It went on for a perhaps an hour or so when I first stepped on something which sounded like a glass. I squeezed Mrs Jamie hand to signal a stop and took the torch from her other hand. I shined on the object and to our surprise\u00a0 , and horror , it was a spectacle of someone who we were familiar with , the butler.<\/p>\n
“Oh my , ” Mrs Jamie gasped.<\/p>\n
“He must have been brought to here as well , ” I added.<\/p>\n
“If he was walking by himself , it is unlikely he would have left the spec in the tunnel. , ” said Mrs Jamie.<\/p>\n
“Yes. As you can see , it is made of a thick glass and it would be a surprise if he could even walk normally without these” , said I.<\/p>\n
“What do you think happened to him? , ” Mrs Jamie asked.<\/p>\n
I looked at the broken spectacle at my feet for a few moment and suggested we continued till we reached the end of the tunnel. The whole thing seemed more and more strange as time passed by and I was not sure I could reach any conclusions from a pair of spectacles. By then , I was regretting not informing the rest after Mrs Jamie had freed me from the cold room.<\/p>\n
What must they be thinking of the whole thing now? I wondered. A man whom they suspected as the killer and tied and locked in the cold room had suddenly disappeared without any traces. Then I could see a faint shining light ahead and knew we were almost free from the darkness.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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