The door creaked open and they stepped out into the garden, Iberville leading the way.

He had not conned his surroundings that afternoon for nothing, and when they had reached a quiet place among some firs he hung the lantern to the branch of a tree, opening the little ornamental door so that the light streamed out.

There was not much of it, but it would serve, and without a word, like two old warriors, they took off their coats.
Meanwhile Morris had returned to the dining-room to find Jessica standing agaze there.

She had just come in; for, chancing to be in her bed-chamber, which was just over the secret hallway, she had heard Gering shoot the bolts.

Now, the chamber was in a corner, so that the window faced another way, but the incident seemed strange to her, and she stood for a moment listening.