There was enough light shining through his window to have shown any natural man that the small door of his room was the right one by which to enter, yet the fumbling at the other door continued.
Trenholme went into the dark baggage-room and heard the stir against the door outside.

He went near it.

Whoever was there went on fumbling to find some way of entrance.
By this time, if Trenholme had suffered any shock of dismay, he had righted himself, as a ship rights itself after shuddering beneath a wave.

Clearly it now came within his province to find out what the creature wanted; he went back into his room and opened its outer door.
Extending beyond the wall, the flooring of the house made a little platform outside, and, as the opening of the door illuminated this, a man came quietly across the threshold with clumsy gait.

This man was no ghost.