The front portion of it was black enough, but the window of the directors' room was alight.

I had located the object of my search; the cashier was there, working overtime, as he did so often nowadays.
I had my key in my pocket and I unlocked the big door and entered quietly.

The door of the directors' room was open a little way and I tiptoed over and peeped in through the crack.

Taylor was seated in a chair beside the big table, his elbows upon the table and his head in his hands.

As I stood there, watching him, he took his hands away and I saw his face.