Gerald addressed him almost apologetically.
"We both heard the same sound, Meekins.

Is any one ill?
It sounded like some one in pain." The man hesitated.

Then from behind his shoulder came Mr.Fentolin's still, soft voice.

There was a little click, and Meekins, as though obeying an unseen gesture, stepped back.

Mr.Fentolin glided on to the threshold.