The passage still exists, with great cellars for storing smuggled goods, and a room where the smugglers used to meet." Jeanne looked at him with parted lips.
"You can show me this ?" she asked, "the passage and the cellars ?" Cecil nodded.
"I can," he answered.

"Quite a weird place it is, too.

The walls are damp, and the cellars themselves are like the vaults of a cathedral.
All the time at high tide you can hear the sea thundering over your head.

To-morrow, if you like, we will get torches and explore them." "I should love to," Jeanne declared.

"Can you get out now at the other end ?" Cecil nodded.
"The passage," he said, "starts from a room which was once the library, and ends half-way up the only little piece of cliff there is.