I believe up to the very last he clung to the doubt that was his hope.

But Tyson had heard the movement and he shut the door.
The pleading and muttering went on again on the other side.

Heaven only knew what incriminating things the little fool was saying in there! As Stanistreet waited, walking up and down the empty room, he noticed for the first time that it _was_ empty.

Only the other day it had been crammed with things that were symbols or monuments of the foolishness of Mrs.Nevill Tyson.

Now ceiling and walls were foul with smoke, the gay white paint was branded and blistered, and the floor he walked on was cleared as if for a dance of devils.