'Good God, I Must Fly, Fly!'

'Good God,' he muttered, "'I must fly, fly!' and he rushed into the entry. But here a shock of terror awaited him, such as he had never known before.' He stood engaged and could not believe his eyes. The door, the outer door from the stairs, was standing unfastened and at least six inches open. Dark, agonizing ideas rose in his mind, the idea that he was mad,. 'But no, the wrong thing again, I must get away, get away."