She screamed to him in an agony of impatience to hurry, to hurry, only to hurry.
He did not call in answer, but at last, at last, his hand was on the door.
She stumbled to her feet as the key grated in the lock, and dragged fiercely at the handle.

It resisted her, for there was another hand upon it, and with an exclamation of fierce impatience she snatched her own away.
"Oh, be quick!" she cried hysterically.

"Be quick! He is miles away by this time.

I shall never catch him, and I must, I must!" The door opened.

She dashed forward.