"It is like a Poe mystery yarn, isn't it rather?" Lucy laughed. "Rao, you are the most appropriate one to open the Palace of Chance."
Rao-Singh advanced gravely and beat three times sharply with his knuekles upon the door, following it with two longer blows. At once a small panel which had not been noticeable before and which was about on a level with their eyes, was shoved back and a hard, thin face peered out at them. A grudging look of recognition spread over the sardonic countenance and in a moment the door was pushed cautiously open.
