Nick was close behind her.

They ascended almost together, past the great window that looked upon the sea, and so on to the oak-panelled corridor that led to Violet's room.
The great wolf-hound Cork came to meet them here, wagging a wistful tail and lifting questioning eyes.

He made no attempt to hinder their advance, obviously regarding them as friends in need.
Olga's hand caressed him as she passed, and he came and pressed against her as she stopped outside the closed door.

Softly she turned the handle, only to discover that the door was locked.

She bent her head to listen, and heard a broken sobbing that was like the crying of a child.
Her face quivered in sympathy.