The last door of all she threw open herself.
"You sleep here, senor," she murmured in a voice light like a child's breath, offering him the lamp.
"_Buenos noches_, _senorita_," he said politely, taking it from her.
She didn't return the wish audibly, though her lips did move a little, while her gaze black like a starless night never for a moment wavered before him.

He stepped in, and as he turned to close the door she was still there motionless and disturbing, with her voluptuous mouth and slanting eyes, with the expression of expectant sensual ferocity of a baffled cat.

He hesitated for a moment, and in the dumb house he heard again the blood pulsating ponderously in his ears, while once more the illusion of Tom's voice speaking earnestly somewhere near by was specially terrifying, because this time he could not make out the words.
He slammed the door in the girl's face at last, leaving her in the dark; and he opened it again almost on the instant.

Nobody.

She had vanished without the slightest sound.