Then it died out of recollection--even of mine." "Do you remember, sir," asked Adam, "what was the appearance of the room where the well-hole was?
Was there furniture--in fact, any sort of thing in the room ?" "The only thing I remember was a sort of green light--very clouded, very dim--which came up from the well.

Not a fixed light, but intermittent and irregular--quite unlike anything I had ever seen." "Do you remember how you got into the well-room?
Was there a separate door from outside, or was there any interior room or passage which opened into it ?" "I think there must have been some room with a way into it.

I remember going up some steep steps; they must have been worn smooth by long use or something of the kind, for I could hardly keep my feet as I went up.

Once I stumbled and nearly fell into the well-hole." "Was there anything strange about the place--any queer smell, for instance ?" "Queer smell--yes! Like bilge or a rank swamp.

It was distinctly nauseating; when I came out I felt as if I had just been going to be sick.