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The touch of a stranger

While they were scrambling up towards the hole, Henry turned his headlamp, for the last time, on the cave which they were abandoning. The water level was very close to where they stood. Its steady,...

Keeping our heads

Cynthia said quietly: ‘Henry?’ ‘Yes?’ ‘What chance have we?’ ‘Very good, provided we keep our heads.’ ‘You shouldn’t lie to me.’ He lifted his head to look at her; the light from his lamp dazzled...

Searching for light

Henry said sharply: ‘One thing we’re waiting for is to find that torch you have dropped.’ He swung his head from side to side, scanning the cave floor with the light. ‘One match may make...

Count it in hours

The light from the headlamp covered the place where the mouth of the tunnel had been. There was none there now. The collapsed wall lay in a heap of shattered rock against which the river...

That big red tulip

There was a sound from the other side of the cave, and Henry swung round quickly. His headlamp illumined Heather and Peter. Heather was holding Albrecht’s torch; Peter was climbing the wall beside the tunnel...

We must go carefully

Albrecht went next, and looked up to Cynthia. He said: ‘Come, my dear.’ She felt a shiver of fear as she dropped. Her nerves were jarred by the continuous roar of water. As she reached...