It led to the principal door on this side.

Thence he could observe the walls of the lower court in detail, and the old mosses with which they were padded--mosses that from time immemorial had been burnt brown every summer, and every winter had grown green again.

The arrow-slit and the electric wire that entered it, like a worm uneasy at being unearthed, were distinctly visible now.

So also was the clock, not, as he had supposed, a chronometer coeval with the fortress itself, but new and shining, and bearing the name of a recent maker.
The door was opened by a bland, intensely shaven man out of livery, who took Somerset's name and politely worded request to be allowed to inspect the architecture of the more public portions of the castle.

He pronounced the word 'architecture' in the tone of a man who knew and practised that art; 'for,' he said to himself, 'if she thinks I am a mere idle tourist, it will not be so well.' No such uncomfortable consequences ensued.