open.

"For Jenkins, my lord," was the reply. "Ketch said he was also locked
in."

"Certainly he was," replied the bishop. "Has he not come forth?"

"That he has not, my lord. I have let nobody whatever out except your
lordship and the porter. I have called out to him, but he does not
answer, and does not come."

"He went up into the organ-loft in search of a candle and matches,"
remarked the bishop. "You had better go after him, Thorpe. He may not
know that the doors are open."

The bishop left, crossing over to the palace. Thorpe, calling one of
the old bedesmen, some of whom had then come up, left him in charge of
the gate, and did as he was ordered. He descended the steps, passed
through the wide doors, and groped his way in the dark towards the
choir.

"Jenkins!"

There was no answer.

"Jenkins!" he called out again.

Still there was no answer: except the sound of the sexton's own voice
as it echoed in the silence of the large edifice.