Don't imagine you've done this by your wits." As he spoke he shuffled heavily to the adjoining music-room, and let his dreary gaze stray toward its two windows.

On the veranda, framed in the newly unshuttered window-space, stood four Secret Service men, grimly on guard.
Hade strode to one window after the other, with the cranky mien and action of a thwarted child, and slammed the shutters together, barring out the sinister sight of his guards.

Gavin did not try to prevent him from this act of boyish spite.

The master-mind's reaction, in its hour of brokenness, roused his pity.
From the windows, Hade's gloomy eyes strayed to the piano.

On it lay a violin case.