But there, in the next room, assured that he had escaped--it would be easy.

The squat man tiptoed to the window.

Luck of luck, there was a fire-escape platform! He would let half an hour pass, then he would act.

The ape, with his British mannerisms! Death to the breed, root and branch! He sat down to wait.
On the other side of the wall the bather finished his ablutions.

His body was graceful, vigorous, and youthful, tinted a golden bronze.