But after a pause the door was unlocked again, and Rattray re-entered.
Without looking at me, he snatched the candle from the table on which it stood by the bedside, and carried it to a bureau at the opposite side of the room.

There he stood a minute with his back turned, the candle, I fancy, on the floor.

I saw him putting something in either jacket pocket.

Then I heard a dull little snap, as though he had shut some small morocco case; whatever it was, he tossed it carelessly back into the bureau; and next minute he was really gone, leaving the candle burning on the floor.
I lay and heard his steps out of earshot, and they were angry enough now, nor had he given me a single glance.

I listened until there was no more to be heard, and then in an instant I was off the bed and on my feet.