A shiver passed through his lithe, muscular body at the thought of that meeting.
He opened the first door to his left.

It was a small closet for brooms and dust cloths and such things.

Determining to be methodical he went to the extreme end of the hall and tried that door.

It was locked, but, while his hand was still on the knob, turning it in disappointment, a door, higher up in the house, opened and a hum of voices passed out to him.

They grew louder, they turned to the staircase from the floor above and commenced to descend at a running pace.