“We were able to open this adobe door only by pressing downward on a block of the floor outside, which released a catch which is securely hidden in the lower edge of the opening—where I cannot reach it. So, unless some one knew the secret and could press that block in the nursery, the door cannot again be opened.”
Inez staggered to a stool and sat down.
“Must we stay here always?” she pleaded piteously.
“I think not. I am sure not, Inez. They will find some way to break through the wall and rescue us.”
“But no one knows we are here!”
“True. Well, I believe there are other ways to get out of this hollow wall, besides the opening we came through. I am quite certain I was told that Señor Cristoval could enter from his room, on the second floor; and perhaps there are other entrances. Stay here and keep baby quiet and I will make an examination of our prison.”
As she started to ascend the stairs Inez arose to follow her.
“Let me come, too,” she begged. “I am afraid to stay alone.”
“Very well; but try not to waken baby.”
The stairs were built the full width of the space, completely blocking it at that end. At the top they stepped into another narrow room, which was not over the lower one but extended farther along the wall. It was, indeed, extraordinary to note how comfortable the genius of that ancient Cristoval who had planned the place, had made this originally comfortless corridor-like room, for room it was despite its narrow confines.