“No, sir; these windows do not open at all.”
“Not open? Why not?”
Save to remark the beauty of their color and design, Lockwood had never before noticed the windows, especially, and was genuinely surprised to discover that they could not be opened at all.
“Of what use are they?” he mused, aloud; “They give very little light.”
“They were outside windows before the study was built,” Mrs. Peyton told him, “and when the stained glass was put in, it was merely for decoration and the panes were not made movable.”
“Well, we must get in,” said Lockwood, almost impatiently. “How shall we do it? You, Ito, must know how.”
“No, sir, there is no way. Unless, the long window is unfastened.”
The long French window—really a double door—was on the other side of the study, exactly opposite the useless high windows that gave into the dining-room.
To reach it one must go out and around the house.
“It is very bad snow—” Ito shrugged.