So was the door on the left.
Old King Brady got his skeleton keys into business and succeeded in opening the right-hand door.
The usual secret passage, Chinese style, lay behind.
Listening and hearing no sound they cautiously advanced.
The passage was not only narrow but it wound around.
At last they saw a light ahead.
"Coming to something at last," whispered Old King Brady.
They stole on, coming up with the light.
A heavy dear stood open. Behind it were portieres of red cloth, partly drawn. The light came streaming in between these curtains and they could hear voices talking in Chinese inside.
"What are they saying?" Old King Brady breathed in Alice's ear.