"Now what say you to a pasty, or a strip of beef cut where the juice runs, and maybe the half of a broiled fowl ?" Morris, imperturbably deliberate, left the room to seek the kitchen.
Bucklaw got instantly to his feet.

His eye took in every window and door, and ran along the ceiling and the wall.

There was a sudden click in the wall before him.

It was the door leading to the unused hallway, which had not been properly closed and had sprung open.

He caught up a candle, ran over, entered the hallway, and gave a grunt of satisfaction.
He hastily and softly drew the bolts of the outer door, so that any one might come in from the garden, then stepped back into the dining-room and closed the panel tight behind him, remarking with delight that it had no spring-lock, and could be opened from the hallway.