A man in a little hutch in the wall opened and closed the door with a string.
Edgar walked forward to the end of the passage with Gaydon at his heels.
The two men came to a flight of stone steps, which they descended.

The steps led to a dark and dripping cellar with no pavement but the mud, and that depressed into puddles.

The air was cold and noisome; the walls to the touch of Gaydon's hand were greasy with slime.

He followed Edgar across the cellar into a sort of tunnel.

Here Edgar drew an end of candle from his pocket and lighted it.