Grease, still warm to the touch, proved conclusively that I had attained the right spot in my search, yet the candle itself had disappeared.

Beyond doubt the draught of air had been sufficiently strong to dislodge it from the shallow socket, and it had fallen to the floor.

I felt about on hands and knees, but without result, and finally, in sheer desperation, struck my last match.

The tiny flare was sufficient to reveal the entire floor space as well as the wall, but there was no remnant of candle visible.

I held the sliver of wood, until the flame scorched my fingers, staring about in bewilderment.