He sleepeth . We will make a good end of him , go to ! '' All the afternoon and evening , Dick had been ordered hither and thither , one command following another , till he was bewildered with the number and the hurry of commissions . All that time he had seen no more of Sir Oliver , and nothing of Matcham ; and yet both the priest and the young lad ran continually in his mind . It was now his chief purpose to escape from Tunstall Moat House as speedily as might be ; and yet , before he went , he desired a word with both of these . At length , with a lamp in one hand , he mounted to his new apartment . It was large , low , and somewhat dark . The window looked upon the moat , and although it was so high up , it was heavily barred . The bed was luxurious , with one pillow of down and one of lavender , and a red coverlet worked in a pattern of roses . All about the walls were cupboards , locked and padlocked , and concealed from view by hangings of dark-coloured arras . Dick made the round , lifting the arras , sounding the panels , seeking vainly to open the cupboards . He assured himself that the door was strong and the bolt solid ; then he set down his lamp upon a bracket , and once more looked all around . For what reason had he been given this chamber ? It was larger and finer than his own . Could it conceal a snare ? Was there a secret entrance ? Was it , indeed , haunted ? His blood ran a little chilly in his veins . Immediately over him the heavy foot of a sentry trod the leads . Below him , he knew , was the arched roof of the chapel ; and next to the chapel was the hall .
Certainly there was a secret passage in the hall ; the eye that had watched him from the XXXXX gave him proof of that .
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