Fortunately it was strong, or he would have broken it in, and it would have fallen upon her.

But it opened outward, and was heavily bound with iron.

Nino groaned.
"Has your excellency a taper ?" asked Temistocle suddenly, forcing his head between Nino's body and the door, in order to be heard.
"Yes.

I put it out." "And matches ?" he asked again.
"Yes." "Then let your excellency light the taper, and drop some of the burning wax on the end of the key.

It will be like oil." There was a silence.