14/46 It was a square trap-door in the ceiling of the linen-room. He crammed the cricket ball into his pocket and climbed up the shelves and unbolted the trap-door, and shoved it up, and pulled himself up through it. Though above all was dark and smelt of spiders, Oswald fearlessly shut the trap-door down again before he struck a match. He is a boy fertile in every subtle expedient. |