The muttering and panting ceased at length, and so did all signs of struggling and resistance.
The madman had wrought his will, whatever that might be.

Breathlessly they listened, but not a sound broke the deep silence.

Minutes passed, but the stillness reigned.
"He may have killed her," whispered Mrs.Craig, with white lips.

Her husband pressed his ear closely to the door.
"Do you hear anything ?" "Yes." "What ?" They spoke in a low whisper.
"Put your ear against the door." Mrs.Craig did so, and after a moment or two could hear a faint movement, as of something being pulled across the carpet.

The sound was intermittent, now being very distinct and now ceasing altogether.