She came up to the table and bending over, her eyes in his-- "Senor," she said with decision, "You shall sleep in the archbishop's room." Neither of the witches objected.

The dried-up one bent double was propped on a stick.

The puffy faced one had now a crutch.
Byrne got up, walked to the door, and turning the key in the enormous lock put it coolly in his pocket.

This was clearly the only entrance, and he did not mean to be taken unawares by whatever danger there might have been lurking outside.
When he turned from the door he saw the two witches "affiliated to the Devil" and the Satanic girl looking at him in silence.

He wondered if Tom Corbin took the same precaution last might.