"You've been in!" he exclaimed, hastening to the door. "Is anybody inside now? Ah!" with a sudden thought. "Your father!"
"I didn't see a living soul when I was in the place," she said, mournfully.
"Who opened the door for you?"
"Nobody. I won't talk in the Square, Dick; people'll be coming and interrupting us. I'll show you all about it when we're inside. You'll be glad to know."
Recognising the imprudence of running the chance of being overheard, he unlocked the door, and they stood in the dark passage.
"Don't be frightened, Gracie. What has happened within these walls is eerie enough to send the shivers through one."
"I ain't frightened a bit, Dick."
"Very well, then. Remain here while I go and get a light. The candles and matches are upstairs."
"I'll come with you. You do like me a little, don't you, Dick?"
"I like you a good deal. You're the queerest and bravest little girl I've ever met."