It was not at all the musty, bad smelling place he had expected it to be.

The walls had been plastered and stained a dull grey, which did not reflect the light from his torch appreciably.

The arrows appeared, as Boris had said they did, at frequent intervals.
"Not much of a secret." That was Fred's first thought.

"But it needn't be.

The men who worked in here are the ones the family can trust absolutely, I suppose." It gave Fred a certain thrill to feel himself in touch with such things, to know that he belonged to such a family as the Suvaroffs, capable of inspiring such devotion in its retainers--which, though Boris regarded it as a matter of course, seemed a great thing to Fred, with his American upbringing.
"What a piece of luck!" he reflected.