The cry had seemed to him to come from the further end of the long corridor--in the direction, indeed, of the room where Mr.Dunster lay.

He made his way there, walking on tiptoe, although his feet fell noiselessly upon the thick carpet.

A single light was burning from a bracket in the wall, insufficient to illuminate the empty spaces, but enough to keep him from stumbling.

The corridor towards the south end gradually widened, terminating in a splendid high window with stained glass, a broad seat, and a table.

On the right, the end room was Mr.
Dunster's apartment, and on the left a flight of stairs led to the floor above.