She seized a number of matches, turned down her light, and hurried into the hall.

Kent followed her to the end of this hall, where she paused before a low half-door that apparently opened into some sort of a space close under the sloping roof of the bungalow.
"It is an old storeroom," she whispered.

"I have made it quite comfortable, I think.

I have covered the window, so you may light the lamp.

But you must see that no light shows under this door.