And give the hag access.

Say nothing to her; let her come and go as she will; watch, and listen." Without another word, the Prince got up and shuffled in his decorated slippers to a door at one end of the cloister.

Five minutes later Ali Partab--high-chinned, but looking miserable--was led between two men through the same door, while the old woman went on very ostentatiously with her sweeping about the yard.

She even turned her back, to prove how little she was interested.
Ali Partab was hustled forward into a high-ceilinged room, whose light came filtered through a scrollwork mesh of chiselled stone where the wall and ceiling joined.

There were no windows, but six doors opened from it, and every one of them was barred, as though they opened into treasure-vaults.