There were twenty rooms on the floor, and they
looked pretty small. They reached the stairs, descended, and found
twenty more rooms going back the other way. On the third level down,
they saw another guard at a desk. As they approached, Bullet counted
sixty keys on the board behind him.
19 "Greetings, gentlemen!" the guard remarked. "You're early. The main
show doesn't start for a couple of hours, if that's what you're
interested in. Of course what's in the rooms is ALWAYS available night
and day."
20 Bullet stepped aside and looked behind him. There was a large room
with a stone table in the middle and comfortable-looking chairs rising
up five deep, on each side. At the far end of the room was a cage and
half a dozen naked people, both men and women, stood about or laid on
cots.
21 "Take a look in the book," suggested the guard, "see what you like."
22 They opened the book and looked. There were pictures of beautiful women, very young girls, and young boys, all
naked. "Well, gentlemen," the guard sneered, "what's your pleasure?"
23 "My pleasure," answered Bullet, pulling his gun from his holster and
leveling it on the man's nose, "is you giving me the keys to that cage
back there and the masters to the rooms."
24 "There aren't any masters!" the man stammered. Bullet
cracked him hard in the side of the face with the pistol. "O.k." the
man spat, "o.k. I get the message!" he opened a drawer in which three
keys hung. He took two of them out and laid them on the desk. "They'll
open the cage, too," he explained.
25 Bullet took the man's gun belt, and shoved him back through the
torture room. When he opened the