At the instant he reached for the handle of the door, a pang shook him.

Alas, that he should be compelled to spy on Lorna! His little sister! He saw her as a curly-headed child, adoring him.

Perhaps it might not be Lorna after all.

But it was for her sake that he was doing this.

The softer moment passed and the soldier intervened.
With one swift turn and jerk he opened the door--then flashed his light.