"I do not see any means for drawing this slide back." "Oh, there's another button for that, of course," Mr.Gryce carelessly remarked.
But they failed to find one.
"If you don't object," observed Mr.Gryce, after five minutes of useless search, "I will turn a more cheerful light upon the scene.

Yellow does not seem to fit the occasion." "Give us rose, for unless you have some one on the other side of this steel plate, we seem likely to remain here till morning." "There is a man upstairs whom we may perhaps make hear, but what does this contrivance portend?
It has a serious look to me, when you consider that every window in these two rooms has been built up almost under the roof." "Yes; a very strange look.

But before engaging in its consideration I should like a breath of fresh air.

I cannot do anything while in confinement.

My brain won't work." Meanwhile Mr.Gryce was engaged in examining the huge plate of steel which served as a barrier to their egress.