That is from my room or from within the keep.

The mechanism is a secret, and no one but Rooke and I know it.

The room opens out through a great French window--the French window is modern, I take it, and was arranged by or for Uncle Roger; I think there must have been always a large opening there, for centuries at least--which opens on a wide terrace or balcony of white marble, extending right and left.

From this a white marble stair lies straight in front of the window, and leads down to the garden.

The balcony and staircase are quite ancient--of old Italian work, beautifully carved, and, of course, weather-worn through centuries.