"Somebody may relight it for those men when they come back again, but that won't be for several hours yet." Three more steps and they reached the crest of the flight, where they were confronted by a heavy door of oak, ribbed with iron.

Obed gently tried the key that they had seized, but it did not fit.
"They must have banged on the door for it to be opened whenever they came back," said Obed.

"Now I shall use my fork which is sure to turn the lock if I take long enough.

I wasn't the best watch and key maker in Maine for nothing.

If first you don't succeed, then keep on trying till you do." Ned sat down on the steps while White inserted the fork.