For the fourth time the bell rang.

The two men had now retraced their steps.

Cecil, who had been standing in the hall within a few feet of the closed door, started away as though he had received some sort of shock.

Forrest, who was lurking back in the shadows, cursed him for a timid fool.
"Open the door, man," he whispered.

"Don't stand fumbling there.
Remember you are angry at being disturbed.