She tried to sit up, weakly, clinging to Bailey's shoulder.

The color returned to her cheeks, the stupor left her eyes.
She gave the Hidden Room a hunted little glance and then shuddered violently.
"Please close that awful door," she said in a tremulous voice.

"I don't want to see it again." The detective went silently to close the iron doors.

"What happened to you?
Can't you remember ?" faltered Bailey, on his knees at her side.
The shadow of an old terror lay on the girl's face, "I was in here alone in the dark," she began slowly--"Then, as I looked at the doorway there, I saw there was somebody there.

He came in and closed the door.
I didn't know what to do, so I slipped in--there, and after a while I knew he was coming in too, for he couldn't get out.