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Doorreachedintothedarknessandremovedsomethingroughlythesizeandshapeofasmallcannon-ball.Shepassedittothemarquis.Itwasasphere,constructedofoldbrassandpolishedwood,insetwithpolishedcopperandglasslenses.Hetookitfromher.
"Thisisit?"
Shenodded.
"Welldone."
Shelookedgrave."Idon’tknowhowIcouldhavemisseditbefore."
"Youwereupset,"saidthemarquis."Iwascertainitwouldbehere.AndIamsorarelywrong.Now..."heheldthelittlewoodenglobeup.Thelightcaughtthepolishedglassandglintedfromthebrassandcopperfittings.Itgalledhimtoadmitignoranceaboutanything,buthesaiditanyway."Howdoesthiswork?"
AnaesthesialedRichardintoasmallparkonthesouthsideofthebridge,thendownsomestonesteps,setbesideawall.Sherelithercandle-in-a-bottle,andthensheopenedaworkman’sdoorandcloseditbehindthem.Theywentdownsomesteps,withthedarknessallaroundthem.
"There’sagirlnamedDoor,"saidRichard."She’sabityoungerthanyou.Doyouknowher?"
"TheLadyDoor.Iknowwhosheis."
"Sowhich,um,baronyisshepartof?"
