And the rush of the storm gave Byrne an eerie sensation of being blown through infinite space.

For a moment there was only the sound of the gale and the flapping of a loose picture against the wall, and the rattling of a newspaper.

Then he heard it.
First it was a single note which he could not place.

It was music, and yet it was discordant, and it had the effect of a blast of icy wind.
Once he had been in Egypt and had stood in a corridor of Cheops' pyramid.

The torch had been blown out in the hand of his guide.