Before this room the flooring consisted of a long slab of stone that
ran without a break to the centre of the apartment, and was the exact
width of the narrow doorway. Had this any significance? Kneeling, he
examined the stone carefully. It was different from the rest of the
paving. The broken stones that formed the floor of the room were worn
smooth by the passage of generations of men; this oblong strip was
rough-dressed, more like the underside of a paving stone than its
chiselled surface. He stamped on one end and felt it give ever so
slightly; stamped on the other end and had a like experience. In the
middle ran a staple, balancing the stone, and beneath there was a
hollow space. Some day or night he would come along and conduct a more
careful inspection.…
He came into the upper room to confront a more urgent problem. Just as
he was about to extinguish his lamp preparatory to passing through the
opening, he saw the stone move. Before he could spring forward it had
thudded into its place. From somewhere outside he heard an unearthly
chuckle of laughter.
Trapped! He pushed at the door, but it was inflexible. Inch by inch he
examined its surface. There must be an opening somewhere, he thought.
He remembered the story of the amorous Abbot and his clandestine
excursions. It was certain that a means existed for opening the door
from the inside.
He searched the wall; nothing appeared. And then it occurred to him to
send his light slowly along the floor, which was made up of broken
flagstones. One, smaller than the others, attracted his attention,
because it lay at a truer level than the rest, and he tugged at its
end, and, with great effort, pulled it up. Beneath he saw a great iron
ring, so rusted that it was almost razor-thin. With his handkerchief
he gripped it and pulled. It gave a little, and, as it did, he saw the
door move. Again he strained at the handle and slowly it came up;
although the door had moved only an inch he knew it was clear of the
invisible catch which held it. Running to the stone, he pressed with
all his might. It swung open and he came staggering out into the eerie
light of dawn.
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