[15: (drawing of a house high on a hill, in a vaguely chinese style)]

"Turn right here."

"Are you sure? We're the only ones here!" Janet looked about nervously,
trying to figure out if she was some place she wasn't supposed to be. The
museum and castle were huge, a sprawling complex of buildings and
passageways, built together over a few hundred years into something almost
continuous.

The hallway ended abruptly in what was, quite obviously, a large foyer. An
imposing door stood at one end, and the scale took Janet aback. For a
moment, it looked like an ordinary though ornate door, then when she took a
step, her brain caught up and realized just how large it was. It was easily
four times her height.

There was another door, nearly as imposing, leading out to a courtyard --
though this one was open, and the door practically vanished into the beams
above, looking more like a wall.

In the distance, Janet thought she heard churchbells, a tune that seemed
almost familiar. As the tune came to an end, she heard a loud click, and
whirled about, surprised.  A much nearer bell behind them rang the hour, in
perfect time with the distant church bell. Dong. Dong. Dong.

The silence after the bell was palpable. It was as if the noise of the city
below had stopped, or just paused for what seemed like minutes.

Another click. 

No bell.

"That just about scared the pants off of me. What now?"

"The directions don't say. They just stop right here. This must be the foyer
that it says there."

Janet took the paper from her friend and stared at it, but she could barely
make out the spaces between the words, nevermind make sense of the text.

There was another click, and Janet whirled about, still looking for the
source.

"You're jumpy!" Maura, of course, was entirely composed. Janet had never
seen her any other way. Even after her boyfriend had left, she'd been just
as calm looking.

"It's just so quiet all of a sudden."

"Look up."

Janet looked up as Maura instructed, and laughed as she realized that the
walls of the foyer led upward into what must be a clock tower. She could
make out weights and the underside of a bell. A motion that must have been a
pendulum. Another click.

"3:04. Nine more minutes." Maura looked at her watch.