There was a crash of glass.

A man, covered with snow, sprang into the apartment.

He moved swiftly to the sofa, and something black and ugly swayed in his hand.
"So you've deceived me, have you ?" he panted.

"Handed over the jewels, chucked me, and given me the double cross! Anything to say ?" A piece of coal fell on to the grate.

Not a sound came from the sofa.
Macdougal leaned forward, his white face distorted with passion.