INTO THE JEWEL-CRYPT It was time some exit should be discovered.

The tumult had notably increased, at the barred entrance.

The staples could not hold, much longer.
The Legionaries pressed forward.

At the far end of the chamber, another door was indeed visible; smaller than the first, low, almost square, and let into a deep recess in the elaborately carved wall of gold.
Barefooted, in their socks, or some still in slippers, they reached this door.

A little silence fell on them, as they inspected it.
One man coughed, spitting blood.