It is cunningly contrived, is it not?
A man has but to leap up here from a chair; and he is safe." I praised it very highly, to please him; and indeed it was very curious and ingenious.
"But those days are done," I said.
"Who can tell that ?" he cried--( though a week ago he had told me the same himself).

"Some priest might very well be flying for his life along this road, and turn in here.

Who knows whether it may not be so again ?" I said no more then on that point; though I did not believe him.
"And there is one more matter I must shew you in your own chamber; if you have any private papers and suchlike." Then he shewed me in my own room, by the head of the bed that stood along the wall, how one of the panels slid back from its place, discovering a little space behind where a man might very well keep his papers or his money.
"Not a living soul," he said, "knows of that, besides Dolly and myself.
You are at liberty to use that, Cousin Roger, if you like." I thanked him; and said I would do so.
The rest of that day I spent in going about the house, and acquainting myself with it all.

My Cousin Dorothy shewed me the rooms.

Her own was a little one at the head of the stairs; and she told me, smiling, that a ghost was said to walk there.
"But I have never been troubled with it," she said.