The building was of grey, lichen-blotched stone, with a high central portion and two curving wings, like the claws of a crab, thrown out on each side. In one of these wings the windows were broken and blocked with wooden boards, while the roof was partly caved in, a picture of ruin. The central portion was in little better repair, but the right-hand block was comparatively modern, and the blinds in the windows, with the blue smoke curling up from the chimneys, showed that this was where the family resided. Some scaffolding had been erected against the end wall, and the stone-work had been broken into, but there were no signs of any workmen at the moment of our visit.
“This, I take it, belongs to the room in which you used to sleep, the centre one to your sister’s, and the one next to the main building to Dr. Roylott’s chamber?” “Exactly so. But I am now sleeping in the middle one.” “Pending the alterations, as I understand. By the way, there does not seem to be any very pressing need for repairs at that end wall.” “There were none. I believe that it was an excuse to move me from my room.”
“Ah! that is suggestive. Now, on the other side of this narrow wing runs the corridor from which these three rooms open. There are windows in it, of course?” “Yes, but very small ones. Too narrow for anyone to pass through.” “As you both locked your doors at night, your rooms were unapproachable from that side. Now, would you have the kindness to go into your room and bar your shutters?”
A small side door led into the whitewashed corridor from which the three bedrooms opened. ... a thick bell-rope which hung down beside the bed, the tassel actually lying upon the pillow. “It goes to the housekeeper’s room.” ... “It looks newer than the other things?” “Yes, it was only put there a couple of years ago.”
... “Why, it’s a dummy,” said he. “Won’t it ring?” “No, it is not even attached to a wire. ... it is fastened to a hook just above where the little opening for the ventilator is.” “... what a fool a builder must be to open a ventilator into another room, when ... he might have communicated with the outside air!” “That is also quite modern,” said the lady. “Done about the same time as the bell-rope?” “Yes, there were several little changes carried out about that time.”
Dr. Grimesby Roylott’s chamber ... A camp-bed ... and a large iron safe ... “What’s in here?” he asked, tapping the safe. “My stepfather’s business papers.” ... “There isn’t a cat in it, for example?” “No. ... But there is a cheetah and a baboon.” “Well, look at this!” He took up a small saucer of milk which stood on the top of it. ... The object which had caught his eye was a small dog lash ... tied so as to make a loop of whipcord.