"Let me open the door, Charmian."
"No, no—I say no!"
"Whoever it was must not escape—open the door!"
"Never! never—I tell you—death is outside—there's murder in the very air; I feel it—and—dear God—the door has no bolt."
"They are gone now—whoever they were," said I reassuringly; "the danger is over—if danger it could be called."
"Danger!" cried Charmian. "I tell you—it was death."
"Yet, after all, it may have been only some homeless wanderer."
"Then why that deadly, silent caution?"
"True!" said I, becoming thoughtful.
"Bring the table, Peter, and set it across the door."