It was very dark and dusty and draughty and they stepped from rafter to rafter without a word except when they whispered to one another， “We‘re opposite your attic now”， or “This must be halfway through our house”. And neither of them stumbled and the candles didn’t go out， and at last they came where they could see a little door in the brick wall on their right. There was no bolt or handle on this side of it， of course， for the door had been made for getting in， not for getting out； but there was a catch （as there often is on the inside of a cupboard door） which they felt sure they would be able to turn.
“Shall I？” said Digory.
“I‘m game if you are，” said Polly， just as she had said before. Both felt that it was becoming very serious， but neither would draw back. Digory pushed round the catch with some difficultly. The door swung open and the sudden daylight made them blink. Then， with a great shock， they saw that they were looking， not into a deserted attic， but into a furnished room. But it seemed empty enough. It was dead silent. Polly’s curiosity got the better of her. Sheblew out her candle and stepped out into the strange room， making no more noise than a mouse.