The rain was coming down in sheets.

They were singing a hymn, unmusical, unaccompanied, yet something in the unison of those human voices, one quality--the quality of earnestness, of faith--seemed to make an irresistible appeal to the terrified wanderer.

Slowly he moved towards the steps.

The man took him by the arm and led him in.

There were the best part of a hundred people taking their places after the singing of the hymn.