I requested her to show me where the room was, as I was anxious to see if there was any leakage from the roof. This she did, and, in order to reach the room, we had to mount up a back staircase, and traverse a long passage. At the end of the passage she pushed open a door, saying, “There you are, but I ain’t agoing in.”
As the room was in total darkness I requested her to procure me a candle, which she at once got, and then she left me to explore the room alone. It was filled up with a miscellaneous collection of lumber, boxes and packing cases predominating. There was a small window, but it was closely shuttered, and a flight of wooden steps led to the trap door I had noticed on the roof. I examined these steps very carefully, and found that they were thickly encrusted with dirt and dust
