Now at the foot of the staircase she again presses on a secret spring; and again a door opens, through which the queen passes into a large hall.
"Oh," whispered she, fetching a long breath, "the green summer house at last." She quickly traversed it and opened the next door.
"John Heywood ?" "I am here, queen!" "Hush, hush! gently as possible, that the watch, who walks up and down just behind the door, may not hear us.

Come, we still have a long walk--let us make haste." Again she pressed on a spring inserted in the wall; and again a door opens.

But before Catharine bolts this door, she takes the lamp burning on the table there, which is to lighten the dark and difficult path through which they are now to wend their way.
Now she bolts the door behind them; and they enter a long, dark corridor, at the end of which is found still another staircase, and down which they both go.

Numberless steps conduct them below; gradually the air becomes dense, the steps moist.

The stillness of the grave is around them.