"Done, my boy!" exclaimed Vellumy, rushing to another—a side one. "Come along, Tremenhere; we can find our way through this passage."
"Try, try!" shouted Lord Randolph after them; "the doors are locked that way, you must come back."
"This way, Tremenhere," called Vellumy, running on before; "up this side passage, and the private stair, to Gway's own rooms; I know the way, come along!"
They had both been drinking rather freely, and in the cup Tremenhere had forgotten all annoyance.
CHAPTER III.
Up the narrow stair they hurried laughing, then down a passage, at the further end of which was a door.
"Gway forgot this," laughed the conductor; "this leads to the gwallery."
Apparently Gray had not forgotten it; for, for some unexplained purpose, it was fastened.
"Confound it!" exclaimed the speaker; "what can he have locked up all these doors for? Try that one on your left; that leads to his own apawtments."