But he controlled the impulse, or else Satan controlled it for him.

That way, whispered the Tempter, was too straight and simple.

He must think.

He must have time to readjust his mind to the horrible circumstances so suddenly revealed.
Very soft and silently, keeping well within the shadow of the wall, he sidled to the door which he had left ajar.

Soundlessly he pushed it open, passed in and as soundlessly closed it again.