As they pushed against the wall, their bodies slick with coal dust, Campy held his breath. One sneeze would give them away. The Belgian gently reached to Girlymann's nose and pinched the nostrils. Even in the dim light, Campy could see the look of concern on the domestic's face, inches from his as they held on and waited out each second for the sound of men searching below to become more distant. With a quick look at each other, a smile of victory on their faces and they decided to continue up the shoot.
It was hard, the shoot was almost vertical and it seemed like climbing up the side of a building. The bike didn't help either, each effort to raise themselves meant jostling with the bike. It was bruising but in time, after they had stopped thinking the top was near, the shoot angled somewhat and they could see the outline of light where the opening must be.
As they neared the trap door their ears listened for voices but heard little. Campy was sure that the whole estate would be looking for them. He had no idea where the trap door for the coal bin was located but sure it was on the outside and in back of the building. But where and how close to someone waiting to find them?
To be continued.....
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