That door he pushed open, and saw before him another flight of stairs.
“Up, up, up!” he ejaculated. “Well, never mind, if I only get out at last.”
He ascended the stairs, and at the top another door confronted him.
He opened that, and nearly fell backward at the sight which met his gaze.
No scene in the “Arabian Nights” could compare with the beauty and grandeur of what he saw.
The room was a hundred feet long, by half as many feet wide.
The walls were hung with silk and tapestry of the most exquisite patterns and quality.
The floor was covered an inch thick with padded carpets.
Great chandeliers with oil lamps, each one having a different tinted shade, shed a brilliant light over the scene.
But that was not all.