"I'm afraid they're all in bed." "Yes; you mustn't go! We must try to find out for ourselves.

What can that door be for ?" It was a low iron door, half the height of a man, in the wall near their room, and it yielded to his pull.

"Get a candle," he whispered, and when she brought it, he stooped to enter the doorway.
"Oh, do you think you'd better ?" she hesitated.
"You can come, too, if you're afraid.

You've always said you wanted to die with me." "Well.

But you go first." He disappeared within, and then came back to the doorway.