"I know the way.

We've a subterranean hiding-place which no criminal on this earth could escape from." They led him down to the back part of the house, a miserable, dejected procession.

Holding candles over their heads, they descended two sets of winding stone steps, passed along a gloomy corridor till they came to a heavy oak door, which Moreton, the butler, who carried the keys, opened with some difficulty.

It led into a dry cellar which had the appearance of a prison cell.

There was a single bench set against the wall.