He had seen it hanging in Dirty Fingers' shack.
For a matter of five minutes he scarcely moved from where he stood beside the table.

Nothing but an unplastered roof was between him and the storm, and over his head the thunder crashed, and the rain beat in torrents.

He saw where the window was, carefully covered with a blanket.

Even through the blanket he caught faintly the illumination of lightning.

This window overlooked the entrance to Kedsty's bungalow, and the idea came to him of turning out the light and opening it.