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- Tales of Terror and Mystery
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I
sprang
out
of
bed
,
he
still
dragging
at
my
arm
.
"
Over
here
!
"
he
whispered
,
and
pulled
me
into
a
corner
of
the
room
.
"
Hush
!
Listen
!
"
In
the
silence
of
the
night
I
could
distinctly
hear
that
someone
was
coming
down
the
corridor
.
It
was
a
stealthy
step
,
faint
and
intermittent
,
as
of
a
man
who
paused
cautiously
after
every
stride
.
Sometimes
for
half
a
minute
there
was
no
sound
,
and
then
came
the
shuffle
and
creak
which
told
of
a
fresh
advance
.
My
companion
was
trembling
with
excitement
.
His
hand
,
which
still
held
my
sleeve
,
twitched
like
a
branch
in
the
wind
.
"
What
is
it
?
"
I
whispered
.
"
It
’
s
he
!
"
"
Sir
Thomas
?
"
"
Yes
.
"
"
What
does
he
want
?
"
"
Hush
!
Do
nothing
until
I
tell
you
.
"
I
was
conscious
now
that
someone
was
trying
the
door
.
There
was
the
faintest
little
rattle
from
the
handle
,
and
then
I
dimly
saw
a
thin
slit
of
subdued
light
.
There
was
a
lamp
burning
somewhere
far
down
the
passage
,
and
it
just
sufficed
to
make
the
outside
visible
from
the
darkness
of
our
room
.
The
greyish
slit
grew
broader
and
broader
,
very
gradually
,
very
gently
,
and
then
outlined
against
it
I
saw
the
dark
figure
of
a
man
.
He
was
squat
and
crouching
,
with
the
silhouette
of
a
bulky
and
misshapen
dwarf
.
Slowly
the
door
swung
open
with
this
ominous
shape
framed
in
the
centre
of
it
.
And
then
,
in
an
instant
,
the
crouching
figure
shot
up
,
there
was
a
tiger
spring
across
the
room
and
thud
,
thud
,
thud
,
came
three
tremendous
blows
from
some
heavy
object
upon
the
bed
.
