Then growing grave again: "That will do, madame.

I will send for you when I am ready.

Do not lose any sleep and do not let your husband lose any.

I will shut the door myself." When the clatter of her rough shoes had ceased to echo on the stairs he drew the dressing-case from its hiding-place, tucked it inside his mackintosh, turned down the gas-jet, locked the door of the room, retracing his steps until he stood once more in front of Kling's sign.
This time he went in.
"I am glad you are still open," he began, shaking the wet from his coat.
"I hoped you would be.

You are Mr.Kling, are you not ?" "Yes, dot is my name.