The Famous Four and the Oubliette
CHAPTER ONE 'OK, Robbie,' I said into the microphone. 'Lower away!' I stood close to the curved wall, as far from the circular aperture above me as I could, my bare back brushing the rough stone. The bale of straw descended the seventy feet from the surface and hit the floor with a thump, and I detached the rope and watched it snake upwards out of sight. I cut open the bale and spread it over the stone floor, then called for another. I grew hot and dusty in the circular space, and I...