“Ah, well, go on. We’ll come directly.”
Scoodrach went off scowling, and Kenneth scratched his head.
“He’s a rum fellow, isn’t he? Never mind; nobody saw him; only he mustn’t do it again. Why, I believe if father saw him getting in at the window, he’d pepper him. Here, this way.”
Kenneth entered another doorway, whose stones showed the holes where the great hinges and bolts had been, and began to ascend a spiral flight of broken stairs.
“Mind how you come. I’ll give you a hand when it’s dangerous.”
“Dangerous!” said Max, shrinking.
“Well, I mean awkward; you couldn’t fall very far.”
“But why are we going up there?”
“Never mind; come on.”
“But you are going to play me some trick.”