Piercy,"
Morriston said; "this fourteenth century tower, which is to-day in a
really wonderful state of preservation."
"Ah, yes," the archaeologist murmured; "they could build in those days."
They examined the two lower rooms on the ground and first floors,
remarked on the thickness of the walls, shown by the depth of the window
embrasures, which in older days had been put to sterner purposes; they
admired the solid strength of the ties and hammer-beams in the roofs,
and scrutinized the few articles of ancient furniture and tapestry the
rooms contained, and the massive oaken iron-bound door which admitted to
the garden.
"Now we will go up to the top room," Morriston proposed. "It is used only
for lumber, but there is quite a good view from it."
He preceded the rest of the party up the winding stairs to the
topmost door.
"Hullo!" he exclaimed, pushing at it, "the door is locked. And the key
appears to have been taken away," he added, bending down and feeling
about in the imperfect light.
The whole party was consequently held up on the narrow stairs. "I'll
go and ask what has become of the key," Morriston said, making his way
past them.
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