It came back, a renewed wind and snow. They managed to make it up the narrow steps to the cobblestone landing. The ground level windows were all boarded over, but the entrance located farther back was open with the heavy door ajar.
The man in their cell had indicated it was a refuge for bums but had been taken over by others with scientific equipment. Was that true or was it merely the old meteorological paraphernalia that had been abandoned when the castle was closed but a few years ago and the alcohol affected imagination of a drunkard?
Only one way to find out...
Just as they were ready to enter, the wind and snow stopped as if someone had just flicked a switch and the partners looked at each other with concern.
"Maybe we're expected?"Napoleon whispered. He drew his Special with Illya following suit.
Inside, the odor of urine and human waste was nearly overwhelming, forcing them to hold their damp handkerchiefs over their noses and mouths.
Carefully, they searched, moving to the mid-level and there they found a lit candle, sitting on a table in front of the double windows that stood above the main door.