Campy heard a party in the one of the main rooms nearby. There was laughter and music at what seemed to be a dinner party. He quickly walked the short way to a hall where a door was near a mirror reflecting a vase of flowers on an ornate side table. He opened the door and stepped into a linen closet. Once he shut the door and turned on the light he pressed the side of the closet and it opened, shelves and all. He entered and stepped onto a platform before he shut the hidden door and carefully made his way down a series of steps and landings.
He went deeper into the estate, down where now, there was no noise of the party going on above. Down to a level of old granite when the estate was a fortress. The walls were dark with soot from torches of long ago, now lit by a dim series of small naked light bulbs that cast the bare minimum of light. The floor and ceiling were dank and musty yet still the stairs descended until an iron barred door held Girlymann back.
Campy studied the door, looking to see how to open it when he realized it would need a very old key. Something that he should have looked for when he opened the hidden closet door. He would have to go back. He turned around and started his climb up the steep granite stairs, back into the estate where the granite ended and wood planks made up the stair case. The music could be heard, and then the laughter until at last he was where he started on the platform in back of the linen closet. He was just about to open the hidden closet door when he noticed the door began to move on its own.
To be continued.....
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