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“James, I’m scared.”
“I know William.”
“Father must be going round the bend.”
“Shhh, this isn’t easy to do.”
“It’s a six tumbler system.”
“I know that!”
“Stop, someone is coming.”
The two boys scampered away from the door and back to the straw pallet on the floor against the cold stone wall of the basement. They waited for the door to open but the footsteps walked by the door.
The boys let out a breath that they hadn’t even known that they were holding.
The only light in the room was coming from under the door. They had figured out that they were locked in a storage room in the cellar of a hard house.
The man they named Scar because of the scar running from the top of his forehead down past a milky blind eye and his right cheek brought them food twice a day and emptied the bucket that they used as a toilet.
They had seen two other men but only in shadow.
They had figured out that where ever they were, it was not London.
William took James’ hand and said, “Don’t worry our fathers will find us.”
“And if they don’t?”
“Then we will just have to escape right?”
“Right, now let’s get back to that lock.” James pulled the thin metal lockpicks and attacked the lock again while William watched.