Argyle did indeed have a cellar, it was even mostly free from debris and broken machinery. They tied the woman they'd known as Zora to a chair and waited for her to wake up. Marie got restless quickly and disappeared upstairs, presumably to find something interesting to fiddle with. As she ascended the stairs she cast a meaningful look at Miss Sarah.
"How hard did you hit her?" Argyle looked slightly worried.
"Oh, not too hard. The stone wall did most of the work," Miss Sarah answered as she observed Argyle's reaction. The inventor hadn't been aware of her possessing that particular skill-set and she was curious of his reaction.
It was obvious he was having trouble combining his own image of the sweet caring assistant with this more violent one. Finally he seemed to give up and changed the subject.
"What will you do once she wakes up? I do not fancy you torturing her in my basement."
"Don't worry, we are just going to talk. Torture doesn't give good answers anyway - it's a filthy practice."
"Good, good... that's what I wanted to hear. In that case I have something that will help her feel like she can talk more freely. Just give me minute..." Argyle walked over to a set of drawers tucked away in a corner and came back with what looked like a stick of incense.
"You might want to stay away from the smoke yourself though... or you might start talking about things you don't want... her to know about too." The hesitation was barely noticable and Sarah smiled and nodded.
"I'll be careful. Thank you Argyle."
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