I pulled and pulled at the door, and shook it till, massive as it was, it rattled in its casement.

I could see the bolt shot.

It had been locked after I left the Count.
Then a wild desire took me to obtain the key at any risk, and I determined then and there to scale the wall again, and gain the Count's room.

He might kill me, but death now seemed the happier choice of evils.

Without a pause I rushed up to the east window, and scrambled down the wall, as before, into the Count's room.