Now I press again and here we are in my room once more." Robert McIntyre stared about him in astonishment.
"The wonders of science are greater than those of magic," he remarked.
"Yes, it is a pretty little mechanism.

Now we try the horizontal.

I press the 'Dining' knob and here we are, you see.

Step towards the door, and you will find it open in front of you." Robert did as he was bid, and found himself with his companion in a large and lofty room, while the lift, the instant that it was freed from their weight, flashed back to its original position.

With his feet sinking into the soft rich carpet, as though he were ankle-deep in some mossy bank, he stared about him at the great pictures which lined the walls.
"Surely, surely, I see Raphael's touch there," he cried, pointing up at the one which faced him.
"Yes, it is a Raphael, and I believe one of his best.