He led the way through the hall and the corridor beyond and so up the winding stairs.
"What, not open yet?" he exclaimed as the last turn showed the workman busy at the lock. "Well, this is extraordinary."
The locksmith was kneeling and working at the door, while the footman stood over him holding a candle.
"The key is in the lock, inside, isn't it?" Morriston asked.
"Yes, sir," the man answered. "There is no doubt about that."
"How do you account for it?"
The man looked up from his task and shook his head.
"Can't account for it, sir. Unless so be as there is someone inside."
"Can you open it?"
"Yes, sir. I'll have it turned in a minute."