But it is strange," and he laughed a little to himself and looked about the room, assuring himself that this indeed was Gaydon's lodging.
"You received a slip of paper ?" said he.
"Four days back," said Gaydon.
"And understood ?" "That we were to be ready." "Good." "Then it's not a lottery," murmured O'Toole, "and we've drawn no prizes." "Ah, but we are going to," cried Wogan.

"We are safe here.

No one can hear us; no one can burst in.

But I am sure of that.

Misset knows the trick that will make us safe from interruption, eh ?" Misset looked blankly at Wogan.
"Why, one can turn the key," said he.
"To be sure," said Wogan, with a laugh of admiration for that device of which he had bethought himself, and which he ascribed to Misset, "if there's a key; but if there's no key, why, a chair tilted against the door to catch the handle, eh ?" Misset locked the door, not at all comprehending that device, and returned to his seat.
"We are to draw the greatest prize that ever was drawn," resumed Wogan, and he broke off.
"But is there a cupboard in the room?
No matter; I forgot that this is Gaydon's lodging, and Gaydon's not the man to overlook a cupboard." Gaydon jumped up from his chair.
"But upon my word there is a cupboard," he cried, and crossing to a corner of the room he opened a door and looked in.