John turned toward the panel in the wainscoting whose location he knew so well, paused and said:
“I’d better wait and let you change your dress. You’ll soil it against the damp narrow walls.”
Stella’s eyes were sparkling now with excitement.
“No matter. I can’t wait a minute. The mystery and romance will be worth a dress. Show me the way. I’ll follow.”
“All right,” John answered, as he extended his hand and pressed the moulding behind which lay the spring. The panel flew open and a rush of cool air took Stella’s breath.
“Heavens!” she exclaimed, clinging suddenly to John’s arm, “why, I had no idea it could open here just behind us in the hall!”
He could feel her tremble.
“There’s not the slightest danger—you need not be afraid,” he said, tenderly. “Wait, I’ll get the candle and go before you.”
He took the candle from the centre table and entered the passage-way, closing the panel.
“Wait, you must hold my hand,” Stella cried timidly.