If we lose sight of him, we lose our chance." Durkin walked to the window, and looked out at the tiled roofs and the squat chimney-pots, above which he could catch a glimpse of bursting sky-rockets and the glow of Greek fire from the narrow canyons of the streets below.
"What are all the fireworks for ?" he asked her casually.
"It's a Saint's Day, of some sort, they told me at the office," she explained.
He was about to turn and speak to her again, after a minute's silence, when a low knock sounded on the door.

He remained both silent and motionless, and the knock was repeated.
"In a moment!" called the woman, as she motioned Durkin to the door of her clothes-closet.

He drew back, with a shake of the head.

He revolted momentarily against the ignominy of the movement.

But she caught him by the arm and thrust him determinedly in, closing the door on him.