They found themselves in a gloomy chamber, with vaulted roof and stone floor.

A faint streak of daylight from an opening somewhere in the roof, partially lit the place.

Here, too, the walls were damp and the odour appalling.

There were some fragments of broken barrels at one end, and an oak table in the middle of the floor.

Jeanne looked round and shivered.
"Let us go on to the end," she said.
Cecil nodded, and they made their way on down the passage.
"The roof is getting lower now," he said.