This elevator descended three stories; they had ascended but one flight of stairs, consequently they must be under ground, Alice reasoned.
It stopped, and the doctor opened a door.
Here there was a long passage little resembling the ugly secret passages of old Chinatown.
This one was plastered, and from the walls hung Chinese mottoes.
There were lights at intervals, and many doors opening off from it.
Alice saw that it must extend through from China alley to Dupont street.
The doors all had Chinese characters on them.
These were not numbers.
Each carried with it the word "door"; each was modified in some way.
Thus there was the "door of hope," the "door of knowledge," the "door of wisdom," and so on.