"I felt my senses almost leaving me; but I did what I could to hold the door shut just as I heard the strange step come from the last stair on to the landing. Then there was a horrid sound, and some one began trying the lock of my door."
"What a moment!"
"Yes, I can tell you it was a moment. Such a moment as I don't wish to go through again. I held the door as close as I could, and did not speak. I tried to cry out help and murder, but I could not; my tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth, and my strength was fast failing me."
"Horrid, horrid!"
"Take a drop of ale."
"Thank you. Well, I don't think this went on above two or three minutes, and all the while some one tried might and main to push open the door. My strength left me all at once; I had only time to stagger back a step or two, and then, as the door opened, I fainted away."
"Well, well!"
"Ah, you wouldn't have said well, if you had been there, I can tell you."
"No; but what become of you. What happened next? How did it end? What was it?"
"Why, what exactly happened next after I fainted I cannot tell you; but the first thing I saw when I recovered was a candle."