Presently he got one to suit, after a little play back and forward the bolt yielded, and with a rusty clang, shot back.

We pressed on the door, the rusty hinges creaked, and it slowly opened.

It was startlingly like the image conveyed to me in Dr.Seward's diary of the opening of Miss Westenra's tomb, I fancy that the same idea seemed to strike the others, for with one accord they shrank back.

The Professor was the first to move forward, and stepped into the open door.
"In manus tuas, Domine!" he said, crossing himself as he passed over the threshold.

We closed the door behind us, lest when we should have lit our lamps we should possibly attract attention from the road.