Explore "The Black Abbot" by Edgar Wallace on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
A hot bath and a meal, though every morsel seemed to choke him, restored Dick Alford to something like himself. There was hope -- faint indeed, but still hope. He had despatched his bailiff in search of explosives, but explosives cannot be bought over the counter like cheese and bacon. He had a telephone message from the man to say that he was on his way to London and would return with the necessary apparatus. Dick's plan was simple; even then a derrick was being rigged over the well; his plan was to dynamite the wall of the well and to get into the gallery.
"For a long time I've been suspicious that the rock on which the Abbey was built was honey-combed with passages. My father told me something about it and I've seen an old plan that shows an elaborate system of corridors, though the family has always thought this was largely imaginative on the part of the artist."