Many other curious discoveries were made, and at last Turly declared he was so hungry that he was sure it must be dinner-time.
All the things they had handled were put back in their places, and they ran to the door. Terry turned the handle and shook it, but it would not open.
"I locked it when we came in," said Turly. "I was trying the lock."
"I can't unlock it," said Terry.
Turly tried, and Terry tried again, but the key was fixed in the lock and would not move. Turly got tired struggling with it, and began to kick the door and to call. They listened, and could not hear anybody coming. Everything was exactly as before.
"It's very high up," said Tarry, "and the door is so thick."
"Perhaps we could get out of the window," said Turly. But the window was perched up on the roof, and there was no balcony. It was so high that they could just see the tops of the trees in the distance.
"I shouldn't mind if I weren't so hungry," said Turly. "I suppose they will find us some time or other."
"They'll never think of looking for us here, I'm afraid," said Terry.
Turly ran over to the grate. "I say," he cried, "this is an awfully short chimney, and ever so wide. I'm going to get to the top of it and wave a flag."