As I stand here , idly tappingtapthe windowpane , and lookinglookout through the rainrainat the dirty back-yard and the coalboats below , fragments of an old story floatfloatup before me , -- a story of this house into which I happened to comecometo-day .
The officer , whose name was Blakeney , tappedtapat the door , and was bidbidto enter by a voice melodiously soft .