MRS. OTERY (avoiding looking at it). Nothing, it’s just a cupboard door.
HARRY (considering her). Who is playing with me now?
MRS. OTERY. I don’t know what you mean. Come this way.
HARRY (not budging). I’ll explain what I mean. That door—it’s coming back to me—it leads into a little dark passage.
MRS. OTERY. That’s all.
HARRY. That can’t be all. Who ever heard of a passage wandering about by itself in a respectable house! It leads—yes—to a single room, and the door of the room faces this way.
(He opens the door, and a door beyond is disclosed.)
There’s a memory for you! But what the hell made you want to deceive me?
MRS. OTERY. It’s of no consequence.
HARRY. I think—yes—the room in there has two stone windows—and wooden rafters.