Since disaster had come, it must be faced.

Mr.
Rassendyll's servant and I followed the constable of Zenda up to the door, or within a few feet of it.

Here Sapt, who was in uniform, loosened his sword in its sheath; James and I looked to our revolvers.
There were no lights visible in the lodge; the door was shut; everything was still.

Sapt knocked softly with his knuckles, but there was no answer from within.

He laid hold of the handle and turned it; the door opened, and the passage lay dark and apparently empty before us.
"You stay here, as we arranged," whispered the colonel.