“Well, let’s make our way to the bottom,” said Briscoe; “we may find something more interesting yet. Ready, Sir Humphrey?”
“Yes: forward,” was the reply.
“He means downward,” said Briscoe, laughing, and, the regular shaft being found, they descended to the next terrace and began to explore.
Chapter Thirty Nine.
The Temple of Idols.
Working now upon a regular plan, the party began at one end of the terrace and examined each cell in turn.
They had proceeded about a third of the way towards the other end, when, to the surprise of all, although the openings like windows continued in a regular row, the doorways ceased altogether, and when an attempt to peer in at window after window was made, nothing whatever could be seen, for within all was deep silent gloom.
They soon found that about a third part in the centre of the two-hundred-feet-long terrace was like this: then the doorways began again and continued right away to the end.