As they ascend the dim stairs (Mr. Tulkinghorn's chambers being on the first floor), Mr. Bucket mentions that he has the key of the outer door in his pocket and that there is no need to ring. For a man so expert in most things of that kind, Bucket takes time to open the door and makes some noise too. It may be that he sounds a note of preparation.
Howbeit, they come at last into the hall, where a lamp is burning, and so into Mr. Tulkinghorn's usual room--the room where he drank his old wine to-night. He is not there, but his two old-fashioned candlesticks are, and the room is tolerably light.
Mr. Bucket, still having his professional hold of Jo and appearing to Mr. Snagsby to possess an unlimited number of eyes, makes a little way into this room, when Jo starts and stops.
"What's the matter?" says Bucket in a whisper.
"There she is!" cries Jo.

As they ascend the dim stairs to Mr. Tulkinghorn's chambers, Mr. Bucket mentions that he has the key and that there is no need to ring. He takes time to open the door and makes some noise too. It may be that he sounds a note of preparation.
They come at last into the hall, where a lamp is burning, and so into Mr. Tulkinghorn's usual room. He is not there, but his two old-fashioned candlesticks are, and the room is reasonably light.
Mr. Bucket, still having his professional hold of Jo, goes a little way into this room, when Jo starts and stops.
"What's the matter?" says Bucket.
"There she is!" cries Jo.
