Not a picture hung upon the walls, nor was there any hall stand, chest, closet for coats or hats, or any of the usual furbishings of such a place.

There were three rugs upon the polished floor and nothing else except a yawning stairway and closed doors.
Whatever servants might be in attendance were evidently in a distant part of the building.

Not a sound was to be heard.

Still without any lack of courage, but oppressed with that curious sense of unreality, she turned almost automatically towards the door on the left and opened it.
Again it closed behind her noiselessly.

She realised that she was in one of the principal reception rooms of the house, dimly lit as the hall from a dome-shaped globe set into the ceiling.