The sunlight had turned to an ominous copper glow.

And in that moment Olga was afraid, with that sick apprehension of evil that comes upon occasion even to the brave.

She gave no sign of it, but it was coiled like a serpent about her heart from then onwards.
The front-door stood open, its Gothic archway gaping wide and mysterious.

Still with that nightmare dread upon her, she descended and passed into the old chapel of the monks.
The stained window at the end cast a lurid stream of light along half its length.

She caught her breath in an irrepressible shudder.