Then weariness of brain came upon him; his head sank down on his breast, and little by little everything became wrapped in gloom.
He awoke in the early morning in his bedroom, and looked around him, now clear-headed, in amazement.

In its usual place on the strong table stood the great steel-hooped chest without lock or key.

But it was now locked.
He arose quietly and stole to the turret-room.

There everything was as it had been on the previous evening.

He looked out of the window where high in air flew, as usual, the giant kite.