If the man Kling would pay any decent price for it, he could have it and welcome.
With the grim spectre still linking arms with him he hurried on, making short-cuts across the streets, until he arrived at Kling's corner.

At this point he paused.

His terror must not betray him.

Shaking himself free of the spectre, he assumed his one-time nonchalant air, entered the store and walked down the middle aisle, between the lines of sideboards, bureaus and high desks drawn up in dress parade.

Over the barricade of the small office he caught the shine of Otto's bald head, the only other live occupant, except Fudge, who had crept out from behind a bureau, and bounded back with a growl.