"Come away! Come back, before it is too late!" some ghostly voice seemed calling in his ear.
But still, he did not fully understand.

Still he remained there, his mind obsessed by the plausibility of the woman's story and by the pity he so keenly felt.
And now he heard her voice again: "Mr.Micolo! Oh, Mr.Micolo! Where are you ?" Striking a match, he advanced into the room.
"Any gas here ?" he asked, peering about for a burner.
Suddenly he started with violent emotion.

Behind him, in some unaccountable way, the door had been closed.

He heard a key turn, softly.
"What--what's this ?" he exclaimed.

He heard the woman moving about, somewhere in the gloom.