The wooden shutters outside the doors were not quite closed.

They had been carelessly left unbolted.

A chink from lintel to floor let in a grey thread of light.

Celia heard the women whispering in the salon, and turned her head to catch the words.
"Do you hear any sound ?" "No." "Was that a hand which touched me ?" "No." "We must wait." And so silence came again, and suddenly there was quite a rush of light into the recess.

Celia was startled.