The mackintosh capes of the policemen glistened.

It was an orderly crowd, held together by tense excitement: all eyes fixed on the silent illuminated building whence the news would come.

Across one window on the second floor was a large white patch, blank and sphinx-like.

At right angles to one end of the block ran the High Street and the tall, blazing trams passed up and down and all eyes in the trams strained for a transient glimpse of the patch, hoping that it would flare out into message.
Presently a man was seen to dash from the interior of the hall into the lobby, casting words at the waiting figures, who clamoured eagerly and disappeared within, just as the man broke through the folding doors and appeared at the top of the steps beneath the portico.

The great crowd surged and groaned, and the word was quickly passed from rank to rank.
"Savelli.