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Out
I
went
into
the
night
.
The
wind
was
still
moaning
in
the
distance
,
though
never
a
breath
of
it
came
near
the
house
of
Shaws
.
It
had
fallen
blacker
than
ever
;
and
I
was
glad
to
feel
along
the
wall
,
till
I
came
the
length
of
the
stairtower
door
at
the
far
end
of
the
unfinished
wing
.
I
had
got
the
key
into
the
keyhole
and
had
just
turned
it
,
when
all
upon
a
sudden
,
without
sound
of
wind
or
thunder
,
the
whole
sky
lighted
up
with
wild
fire
and
went
black
again
.
I
had
to
put
my
hand
over
my
eyes
to
get
back
to
the
colour
of
the
darkness
;
and
indeed
I
was
already
half
blinded
when
I
stepped
into
the
tower
.
It
was
so
dark
inside
,
it
seemed
a
body
could
scarce
breathe
;
but
I
pushed
out
with
foot
and
hand
,
and
presently
struck
the
wall
with
the
one
,
and
the
lowermost
round
of
the
stair
with
the
other
.
The
wall
,
by
the
touch
,
was
of
fine
hewn
stone
;
the
steps
too
,
though
somewhat
steep
and
narrow
,
were
of
polished
masonwork
,
and
regular
and
solid
underfoot
.
Minding
my
uncle
's
word
about
the
bannisters
,
I
kept
close
to
the
tower
side
,
and
felt
my
way
in
the
pitch
darkness
with
a
beating
heart
.
The
house
of
Shaws
stood
some
five
full
storeys
high
,
not
counting
lofts
.
Well
,
as
I
advanced
,
it
seemed
to
me
the
stair
grew
airier
and
a
thought
more
lightsome
;
and
I
was
wondering
what
might
be
the
cause
of
this
change
,
when
a
second
blink
of
the
summer
lightning
came
and
went
.
If
I
did
not
cry
out
,
it
was
because
fear
had
me
by
the
throat
;
and
if
I
did
not
fall
,
it
was
more
by
Heaven
's
mercy
than
my
own
strength
.
It
was
not
only
that
the
flash
shone
in
on
every
side
through
breaches
in
the
wall
,
so
that
I
seemed
to
be
clambering
aloft
upon
an
open
scaffold
,
but
the
same
passing
brightness
showed
me
the
steps
were
of
unequal
length
,
and
that
one
of
my
feet
rested
that
moment
within
two
inches
of
the
well
.
This
was
the
grand
stair
!
I
thought
;
and
with
the
thought
,
a
gust
of
a
kind
of
angry
courage
came
into
my
heart
.
My
uncle
had
sent
me
here
,
certainly
to
run
great
risks
,
perhaps
to
die
.
I
swore
I
would
settle
that
"
perhaps
,
"
if
I
should
break
my
neck
for
it
;
got
me
down
upon
my
hands
and
knees
;
and
as
slowly
as
a
snail
,
feeling
before
me
every
inch
,
and
testing
the
solidity
of
every
stone
,
I
continued
to
ascend
the
stair
.
The
darkness
,
by
contrast
with
the
flash
,
appeared
to
have
redoubled
;
nor
was
that
all
,
for
my
ears
were
now
troubled
and
my
mind
confounded
by
a
great
stir
of
bats
in
the
top
part
of
the
tower
,
and
the
foul
beasts
,
flying
downwards
,
sometimes
beat
about
my
face
and
body
.
The
tower
,
I
should
have
said
,
was
square
;
and
in
every
corner
the
step
was
made
of
a
great
stone
of
a
different
shape
to
join
the
flights
.
Well
,
I
had
come
close
to
one
of
these
turns
,
when
,
feeling
forward
as
usual
,
my
hand
slipped
upon
an
edge
and
found
nothing
but
emptiness
beyond
it
.
The
stair
had
been
carried
no
higher
;
to
set
a
stranger
mounting
it
in
the
darkness
was
to
send
him
straight
to
his
death
;
and
(
although
,
thanks
to
the
lightning
and
my
own
precautions
,
I
was
safe
enough
)
the
mere
thought
of
the
peril
in
which
I
might
have
stood
,
and
the
dreadful
height
I
might
have
fallen
from
,
brought
out
the
sweat
upon
my
body
and
relaxed
my
joints
.
But
I
knew
what
I
wanted
now
,
and
turned
and
groped
my
way
down
again
,
with
a
wonderful
anger
in
my
heart
.
About
half-way
down
,
the
wind
sprang
up
in
a
clap
and
shook
the
tower
,
and
died
again
;
the
rain
followed
;
and
before
I
had
reached
the
ground
level
it
fell
in
buckets
.
I
put
out
my
head
into
the
storm
,
and
looked
along
towards
the
kitchen
.
The
door
,
which
I
had
shut
behind
me
when
I
left
,
now
stood
open
,
and
shed
a
little
glimmer
of
light
;
and
I
thought
I
could
see
a
figure
standing
in
the
rain
,
quite
still
,
like
a
man
hearkening
.
And
then
there
came
a
blinding
flash
,
which
showed
me
my
uncle
plainly
,
just
where
I
had
fancied
him
to
stand
;
and
hard
upon
the
heels
of
it
,
a
great
tow-row
of
thunder
.
Now
,
whether
my
uncle
thought
the
crash
to
be
the
sound
of
my
fall
,
or
whether
he
heard
in
it
God
's
voice
denouncing
murder
,
I
will
leave
you
to
guess
.
Certain
it
is
,
at
least
,
that
he
was
seized
on
by
a
kind
of
panic
fear
,
and
that
he
ran
into
the
house
and
left
the
door
open
behind
him
.
I
followed
as
softly
as
I
could
,
and
,
coming
unheard
into
the
kitchen
,
stood
and
watched
him
.
He
had
found
time
to
open
the
corner
cupboard
and
bring
out
a
great
case
bottle
of
aqua
vitae
,
and
now
sat
with
his
back
towards
me
at
the
table
.
Ever
and
again
he
would
be
seized
with
a
fit
of
deadly
shuddering
and
groan
aloud
,
and
carrying
the
bottle
to
his
lips
,
drink
down
the
raw
spirits
by
the
mouthful
.
