MRS. OTERY. It’s the oldest part of the house.
HARRY. It comes back to me that I used to sleep there.
MRS. OTERY. That may be. If you’ll come down with me——
Harry. I’m curious to see that room first.
(She bars the way.)
MRS. OTERY (thin-lipped and determined). You can’t go in there.
HARRY. Your reasons?
MRS. OTERY. It’s—locked. I tell you it’s just an empty room.
HARRY. There must be a key.
MRS. OTERY. It’s—lost.