I turned, and
saw the man gazing down at the body in abject horror.
"Before I could rise, he gave another cry of terror, and, flinging
himself into the hall, raced toward the door to the street. I leaped
after him, shouting to him to halt, but before I could reach the hall
he had torn open the door, and I saw him spring out into the yellow
fog. I cleared the steps in a jump and ran down the garden-walk but
just as the gate clicked in front of me. I had it open on the
instant, and, following the sound of the man's footsteps, I raced
after him across the open street. He, also, could hear me, and he
instantly stopped running, and there was absolute silence. He was so
near that I almost fancied I could hear him panting, and I held my
own breath to listen. But I could distinguish nothing but the
dripping of the mist about us, and from far off the music of the
Hungarian band, which I had heard when I first lost myself.
"All I could see was the square of light from the door I had left
open behind me, and a lamp in the hall beyond it flickering in the
draught. But even as I watched it, the flame of the lamp was blown
violently to and fro, and the door, caught in the same current of
air, closed slowly.
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