I knocked, and listened, whereupon ensued silence.

Again and yet again I made the quaint death's-head knocker thunder, and then, when the echoes ceased, there was once more a great silence in the tower.
I heard the blood-hounds of Duke Casimir howl.

The indigo shadow of the pinnacled Hall of Justice stretched across and touched the Red Tower with an ominous finger.
"Let us go in," said I.And, pushing the unresisting door, I began to climb the stone stairs.

Each smoothed hollow and chipped edge was familiar to me as my name.

Indeed, much more so, for I was now passing under a false one.