- Hangs! - has corrected Yards to which it seemed strange that to Billendon
Has suddenly got to talking. However, neither it, nor admiration of the surprising ancient
Work could not prevent to find out the Yard the frames hidden in a pattern rotary
Loops! The huge frame has given in to the easiest effort, legions iridescent zajchikov
Have moved to wandering on walls.
- Voster! - has praised Billendon. - I hoped, you will not notice!.
The impressive sizes the arch opened behind a mirror, in its depth conducted
Ladder narrowed up on which bottom step there was a rusted
Iron trunk.
- Give I will tidy up from a sin, - Billendon has told, - And friendly I ask: not
It has carried away a trunk. And Yards, having reserved by a small lamp, has risen on the stone
To steps there where in a ray of light the cast cast dim greens
The metal door It has been driven to a wall without the slightest backlash - at least
In hair! - had no neither a keyhole, nor the handle. Yards has defined by eye,
That the door is located in the middle of a wall, so behind it quite
Any rather entertaining store-room - places was capable to disappear still
For it sufficed, but here turned back Billendon has disappointed him.
- What, - he has told, - cannot open? I too have not managed, - admitted
It confusedly, - masters were our old men on secrets! All I gather
Somehow here pokovyrjatsja...