Immediately he turned, and walking on tiptoe came silently back into the big passage.
Even this was not well lighted; it stretched away upon his right and left, full of shadows.

But it was silent.

The only sounds which reached Wogan as he stood there and listened were the sounds of people moving and speaking at a great distance.

He blew out his candle, cautiously replaced it on the table, and crept down again towards his room.

There was no window in this small passage, there was no light there at all except a gleam of silver in front of him and close to the ground.