Sir George's room--that is to say, the room he was reserving for himself on this occasion--was in the east wing, the first to be reached from the gallery, and Morgan could almost see it from where he stood in the hall. His gaze was still fixed on Sir George's retreating figure when a noise from behind him made him turn hurriedly round, and he distinctly saw the cupboard door open a few inches. Moving towards the cupboard, he then saw, as the door opened wider, a huge indefinable something emerge from it. Morgan admits that the most sublime terror seized him, and that he shrank back convulsively against the wall, totally unable to do anything but stare. The shape came towards him with a slow, shambling gait, and Morgan was at length able to compare it with an enormous fungus. It had arms and legs truly, but they were disproportionately long and crooked, and hardly seemed to belong to the body. There was no apparent head. The whole thing was vague and misty, but suggestive of the greatest foulness and antagonism. Morgan's horror was so great as it passed him that he believes his heart practically stopped beating, and so tightly had he clenched his hands that the print of his finger nails remained on his palms for days afterwards. It left him in time, however, and he watched it shuffle its unwholesome way across the hall and surreptitiously begin to ascend the staircase. He tried to shout to Sir George to put him on his guard, but his voice refused to act and he could do nothing. Up and up it went, until at last it reached the gallery and crept onward into the east wing. He then heard Sir George cry out, "Hullo, Morgan! Is that you? Anything----" There was then a moment of the most intense silence, and then a shriek. Morgan says it was like a woman's shriek--it was so shrill, so uncontrolled, so full of the most abject terror. For a moment it completely paralysed Morgan, but he seems then to have partially recovered. Anyhow, he pulled himself sufficiently together to run up the stairs and arrive outside Sir George's door in time to hear sounds of a most violent struggle. Tables, chairs, washstand, crockery, were all hurled to the ground, as Sir George raced round and round the room in his desperate efforts to escape. Once he caught hold of the handle of the door and turned it furiously. "Let me out!" he shrieked. "For mercy's sake let me out!" and again Morgan heard him rush to the window and pound madly on the glass.