He heard the creaking of the bolt as it came slowly back, and at the same moment he found the monkey's paw, and frantically breathed his third and last wish.
The knocking ceased suddenly, although the echoes of it were still in the house. He heard the chair drawn back and the door opened. A cold wind rushed up the staircase, a loud wail of disappointment and misery from his wife gave him courage to run down by her side, and then to the gate beyond.
The streetlamp flickering opposite shone on a quiet and deserted road