So I left the body in bed dressed up in my pyjamas, with a revolver lying on the bed-clothes and a considerable mess around.

Then I got into a suit of clothes I had kept waiting for emergencies.

I didn't dare to shave for fear of leaving tracks, and besides, it wasn't any kind of use my trying to get into the streets.

I had had you in my mind all day, and there seemed nothing to do but to make an appeal to you.

I watched from my window till I saw you come home, and then slipped down the stair to meet you ...