Jack felt himself panting. "Thank God for that," he said.
"Sorry sir, I was not much use there."
"You pinked them both," Jack said. "Now hurry and open the cell door. All that noise will have alerted the rest." He looked around. "How the devil will we get out of here?"
"You"ll think of something, sir." Riley lifted the bunch of keys from its hook on the wall. His hand shook so much that they rattled. "Which key?"
"Try them all one by one." Jack lifted the Cossack"s sashqua; it was light and beautifully balanced. He moved to the door that led upstairs. "The Russians will be here in a second."
sashqua"Yes, sir."
Jack could hear the nervousness in Riley"s voice. The cracksman who was so calm when robbing a house was obviously less happy killing people.
There were voices from above, the
