He heard the soft flitting of bare feet, for a delicate sound is often audible in a din when a loud noise is obscured.

Then a gale of wind blew towards him, as from an open door, and far away gleamed the flickering light of a lantern.
Suddenly the light disappeared and there was a clatter on the floor and a breaking of glass.

Either the wind or Thomas Yownie.
The verandah door was shut, a match spluttered and the lantern was relit.

Dobson and Leon came into the hall, both clad in long mackintoshes which glistened from the weather.

Dobson halted and listened to the wind howling in the upper spaces.