Over the door there is a waterspout that has given way, and as I entered I got a rush of rain down my neck.

The passage was so small that one could easily have stepped from the doorway on to the ladder standing against the wall, which was there in lieu of a staircase.

"Upstairs" was a mere garret, where a man could not stand erect even in the centre.

It was entered by a square hole in the ceiling, at present closed by a clap-door in no way dissimilar to the trap-doors on a theatre stage.

I climbed into this garret, which is at present used as a store-room for agricultural odds and ends.