And thinking of him he had again that queer impression of his nearness.

The world was perfectly dumb.

And in this stillness he heard the blood beating in his ears with a confused rushing noise, in which there seemed to be a voice uttering the words: "Mr.Byrne, look out, sir." Tom's voice.

He shuddered; for the delusions of the senses of hearing are the most vivid of all, and from their nature have a compelling character.
It seemed impossible that Tom should not be there.

Again a slight chill as of stealthy draught penetrated through his very clothes and passed over all his body.