ABSTRACT
When I arrived at Mr Montenero’s, I saw the window shutters closed, and there was an ominous stillness in the area. No one answered to my rap – I rapped louder – I rang impatiently – no footsteps were heard in the hall – I pulled the bell incessantly. During the space of three minutes that I was forced to wait on the steps, I formed a variety of horrid imaginations. – At last I heard approaching sounds, an old woman very deliberately opened the door –
