One Night In Andallene
The secret door swung inwards in perfect silence. He stepped through the opening quickly and the door swung shut just as quietly as it had opened. There was very little light in this part of the room. From the alcove where he stood he could see that the fireplace held nothing more than a few glowing embers. There were two lit candles on the mantelpiece, but the dark wood paneling of the walls seemed to swallow their feeble lights. The only real illumination in the room came from the watery, bluish moonlight streaming in through the great windows that took up one wall. By it, he could see that the baroness’ elderly maidservant was sleeping soundly in her small bed positioned athwart the room’s lone door. The door was clearly bolted shut from the inside. Just on the o
