1 He got up and locked both doors.
2 Having locked the door behind him, he crept quietly downstairs.
3 As he was going downstairs, he heard the key being turned in the lock.
4 Then he took out the key and returned to the room, locking himself in as he did so.
5 When they reached the top landing, Dorian took out the key and turned it in the lock.
6 As he thought of Hetty Merton, he began to wonder if the portrait in the locked room had changed.
7 When the sound of their footsteps had died away, Dorian locked the door and put the key in his pocket.
8 He went in quietly, locking the door behind him, as was his custom, and dragged the purple hanging from the portrait.
9 When they reached the top landing, Dorian set the lamp down on the floor, and taking out the key, turned it in the lock.
10 He realized that, and when he had locked the door of his library, he opened the secret press into which he had thrust Basil Hallward's coat and bag.
11 Upon the walls of the lonely locked room where he had spent so much of his boyhood, he had hung with his own hands the terrible portrait whose changing features showed him the real degradation of his life, and in front of it had draped the purple-and-gold pall as a curtain.
12 After a strained moment of silence, he leaned across and said, very quietly, but watching the effect of each word upon the face of him he had sent for, "Alan, in a locked room at the top of this house, a room to which nobody but myself has access, a dead man is seated at a table."