I had been seen, and that I fled was all too apparent.

So that in every way I was betrayed.
The thing I did, I did upon instinct rather than reason; and this again was not well done.

I slammed the door, and turned the key, placing at least that poor barrier between myself and the man I had so deeply wronged, the man whom I had given the right to slay me.

A second later the door shook as if a hurricane had smitten it.

He had seized the handle, and he was pulling at it frenziedly with a maniacal strength.
"Open!" he thundered, and fell to snarling and whimpering horribly.
"Open!" Then, quite abruptly he became oddly calm.