“We settled down to wait.  There was no talking, except that, once or twice, the police bent toward one another, and whispered odd remarks concerning the hall, that appeared queerly audible in the intense silence.  But in a while there was not even a whisper from anyone, and only the monotonous drip, drip of the quiet rain without the great entrance, and the low, dull sound of the fire in the big fireplace.

“It was a queer group that we made sitting there, back to back, with our legs starred outward; and all around us the strange blue glow of the Pentacle, and beyond that the brilliant shining of the great ring of lighted candles.  Outside of the glare of the candles, the large empty hall looked a little gloomy, by contrast, except where the lights shone before the sealed doors, and the blaze of the big fire made a good honest mass of flame.  And the feeling of mystery!  Can you picture it all?

“It might have been an hour later that it came to me suddenly that I was aware of an extraordinary sense of dreeness, as it were, come into the air of the place.  Not the nervous feeling of mystery that had been with us all the time; but a new feeling, as if there were something going to happen any moment.

“Abruptly, there came a slight noise from the east end of the hall, and I felt the star of men move suddenly.  ‘Steady!  Keep steady!’ I shouted, and they quietened.  I looked up the hall, and saw that the dogs were upon their feet, and staring in an extraordinary fashion toward the great entrance.  I turned and stared, also, and felt the men move as they craned their heads to look.  Suddenly, the dogs set up a tremendous barking, and I glanced across to them, and found they were still ‘pointing’ for the big doorway.  They ceased their noise just as quickly, and seemed to be listening.  In the same instant, I heard a faint chink of metal to my left, that set me staring at the hook which held the great door wide.  It moved, even as I looked.  Some invisible thing was meddling with it.  A queer, sickening thrill went through me, and I felt all the men about me, stiffen and go rigid with intensity.  I had a certainty of something impending:  as it might be the impression of an invisible, but overwhelming, Presence.  The hall was full of a queer silence, and not a sound came from the dogs. Then I saw the hook slowly raised from out of its hasp, without any visible thing touching it. Then a sudden power of movement came to me.  I raised my camera, with the flashlight fixed, and snapped it at the door.  There came the great blare of the flashlight, and a simultaneous roar of barking from the two dogs.

“The intensity of the flash made all the place seem dark for some moments, and in that time of darkness, I heard a jingle in the direction of the door, and strained to look.  The effect of the bright light passed, and I could see clearly again.  The great entrance door was being slowly closed.  It shut with a sharp snick, and there followed a long silence, broken only by the whimpering of the dogs.