He had heard the rustle of the girl's skirt.

He had seen the last inch of the door close as Strang's wife pulled it after her.

And now he was implored to follow! He sprang forward as the heavy steps neared the landing.

His hand was upon the latch--when he paused.

Then he turned and bent his head close down to the girl.
"No, I won't do it, my dear," he whispered.