"Yes, there is an electric bell."

"Good. If anything disturbs you push the button without sitting up.
Good night."

Comfortably installed in an armchair the man of medicine stared into
the glowing coals and thought deeply and long, but apparently to
little purpose, for he frequently rose and opening a door leading to
the staircase, listened intently; then resumed his seat. Presently,
however, he fell asleep, and when he woke it was past midnight. He
stirred the failing fire, lifted a book from the table at his side
and looked at the title. It was Denneker's "Meditations." He opened
it at random and began to read:

"Forasmuch as it is ordained of God that all flesh hath spirit and
thereby taketh on spiritual powers, so, also, the spirit hath powers
of the flesh, even when it is gone out of the flesh and liveth as a
thing apart, as many a violence performed by wraith and lemure
sheweth. And there be who say that man is not single in this, but
the beasts have the like evil inducement, and--"

The reading was interrupted by a shaking of the house, as by the fall
of a heavy object. The reader flung down the book, rushed from the
room and mounted the stairs to Fleming's bed-chamber. He tried the
door, but contrary to his instructions it was locked. He set his
shoulder against it with such force that it gave way. On the floor
near the disordered bed, in his night clothes, lay Fleming gasping
away his life.