She went down the long, steep stair without further protest.
They reached the foot at length, and a dim light shone ahead of them.

The atmosphere was vault-like and penetratingly damp.

The passage divided almost immediately, and a narrow track led off between black walls of stone to the right, where in the distance another lamp shone.
Fletcher turned towards this, but very suddenly Dot clasped his arm.

"Oh, don't let us go that way!" she begged.

"Please don't let us go that way!" Hill paused in response to her urgent insistence.