"Mon Dieu, I tell you that when the lamp is lighted Bucky Nome must be blind if he doesn't recognize you, even though you're dead, M'sieur!" He lighted a smaller lamp, shaved himself, and changed his clothes.

It was dark when he was ready for supper, and Nome had not returned.

He waited a quarter of an hour longer, then put on his cap and coat and lighted the big oil lamp.

At the door he turned to look back.

The cavernous sockets of the skull stared at him.