There was seemingly a tradition in the Peveril family not to redecorate unless it was unavoidable, and at that moment Rupert was glad of his ancestors' refusal to follow every new fashion. He tapped on each panel in turn, working his way around the room until he reached one close to the corner that gave a more resonant sound than its predecessors. Rupert tapped the next, and heard the same sound. Then he tapped the first one on the next wall, and heard the same duller sound that he'd heard earlier.
He felt around the edge of each panel, becoming ever more convinced that he could feel a draught coming from somewhere behind them. He pressed on the centre of the panel closer to the window, and thought he felt it move away from him, just a fraction of a centimetre. He pressed on it again with his left hand, trying at the same time to get the fingertips of his right underneath the opposite end of the other panel. Suddenly something gave.
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