Walking along with her, he glanced to the staircase and thought for a moment on the passage as well. Frowning in thought, attempting to remember where the heck it was, he looked at her and offered a bit of a weak smile. Reaching his hand with the pipe held in it, he turned it upside down and emptied it into a nearby flower pot, giving a light cough as he did. He’d be damned if he would inhale any of that, or, get it all over his coat pocket. With that, he slipped the pipe into the inner coat pocket (that was not concealing the revolver) and looked around once more.
“Well, let’s see. There is a passage somewhere. If not there, then we could head up and go from there. I’m not entirely certain which part of the movie we’re at. The cook just died and we skipped out on the kitchen. I wonder what kind of trouble that might cause for the movie?” He chuckled at the thought of them being utterly messed up in their storyline because of it.