and then the picture dissolved like an image passing from a dimly lighted screen.

Before I could skirt the bed, whatever had been upon the other side of it had melted into the darkness beyond the moon.

I bent over the bed.

Sami was there--Sami, rolled shapelessly in the concealing bedclothes, his round face hidden in the pillow, his black hair just a blot of darkness on the white....

It might have been Desire lying there! ...
I found the door through which the Thing had slipped.