I could see it reflected in Larry's face.
"I hid in the vault," continued Marakinoff, "and I saw that which comes from here come out.

I waited--long hours.

At last, when the moon was low, it returned--ecstatically--with a man, a native, in embrace enfolded.

It passed through the door, and soon then the moon became low and the door closed.
"The next night more confidence was mine, yes.

And after that which comes had gone, I looked through its open door.