See those bead eyes watching us, eh?
A Gilpin Homer, you are, and some fine day we'll see you go off in a flash of fire.

If you don't poison us all first .-- Well, here's fortune!" "Your health, Mr.Hackh," amended the other Englishman.
As they set down their glasses, a strange cry sounded from below,--a stifled call, inarticulate, but in such a key of distress that all four faced about, and listened intently.
"Kom down," called a hesitating voice, "kom down and look-see." They sprang to the stairs, and clattered downward.

Dim radiance flooded the landing, from the street door.

Outside, a smoky lantern on the ground revealed the lower levels.
In the wide sector of light stood Wutzler, shrinking and apologetic, like a man caught in a fault, his wrinkled face eloquent of fear, his gesture eloquent of excuse.

Round him, as round a conjurer, scores of little shadowy things moved in a huddling dance, fitfully hopping like sparrows over spilt grain.