How could one tell who was skulking in the house?
The door had been open when I came to it.
And then--I heard the hall door shut with a great bang.

There was no wind to shut it.

It was the last straw.

I fled precipitately through the baize door and on to the staircase, which was lit by a skylight overhead.

Even though I met the person who had shut the door I must make towards the sunlight and the world outside..