I really do!" He rose smiling, though his eyes were dangerously brilliant.
"Just when," said he lazily, "did you steal the paper I found in the candlestick?
It's gone--" He had struck fire from the stone man at last.

A hopeless, hunted look flamed up in Kronberg's eyes and died away.
"Ah!" guessed Carl keenly, "so you're in some muddle there, too, eh ?" Kronberg stared sullenly at the dusty floor.
"A silence strike ?" inquired Carl.

"Well we'll see how you feel about that in the morning.

As for the skylight, Kronberg, if you feel like skating down an icy roof to hell, try it." Whistling softly, Carl backed to the door and disappeared.

An instant later came the click of a key in the lock.