Come with me." As they disappeared in the corridor, they heard behind them the noise of the door-lock as some one tried to force it open.

Then a heavy sound as though a man's shoulder struck against the solid panel.

Unorna led the way through a narrow, winding passage, illuminated here and there by small lamps with shades of soft colours, blown in Bohemian glass.
Pushing aside a curtain they came out into a small room.

The Wanderer uttered an involuntary exclamation of surprise as he recognised the vestibule and saw before him the door of the great conservatory, open as Israel Kafka had left it.

That the latter was still trying to pursue them through the opposite exit was clear enough, for the blows he was striking on the panel echoed loudly out into the hall.