"There's the basement window," he said, "and here's the little door I crawled through. Now we can get out."
"We must see where the other way goes first," Hortense reminded him.
"I'd forgotten," said Andy.
Back they went to the foot of the ladder and then down the other way which grew smaller and smaller and suddenly stopped.
"Let's go back, there's nothing here," said Hortense.
Andy stood still, absorbed in thought.
"It can't end in nothing," said he. "Who would dig a tunnel to nowhere?"
He felt the end of the passage with his hands.
"It's wood," he announced. "It must be a door. Yes, here's a little latch."
He opened the little door and, lying on his stomach, looked down the tunnel beyond. It was neatly fashioned and quite light but curved away in the distance so that the end was not visible—only a shining bit of the wall.