He unlocked the door.
It was dark inside, and David could see nothing as the Missioner entered.

For many minutes he sat where Father Roland had left him, staring at the door.
"A strange man--a very strange man!" Thoreau had said.

Yes, a strange man! What was in that room?
Why its unaccountable silence?
Once he thought he heard a low cry.

For ten minutes he sat, waiting.

And then--very faintly at first, almost like a wind soughing through distant tree tops and coming ever nearer, nearer, and more distinct--there came to him from beyond the closed door the gently subdued music of a violin..