As he did so, he took out a match from his pocket and in another moment had lit and held it out.

A long, narrow vaulting met our eyes, very rude and propped up with beams in an irregular way.

It was empty save for a wooden stool or some such object which stood near our feet.

Though the small flame was insufficient to allow us to see very far, I was sure that I caught the outlines of a roughly made door at the extreme end and was making for this door, careless of his judgment and detaining hand, when a quick, strong light suddenly struck me in the face.

In the square hollow made by the opening of this door, I saw the figure of Miss Charity with a lighted lantern in her hand.