Finding the hidden door and opening it was harder than Handy remembered, but then again he had been a bit out of it when he first used it to enter the secret passage between the brothel and the townhouse. He emerged from the wall of the corridor like a vengeful spirit, causing a young pony who was apparently balancing a bucket of ice and water on his back to jump and spill the bucket on the floor. Handy ignored him, lost in his rambling curses.