Pobloff, obviously, had never moved from where he stood.
Frank slowly groped to the wall of her room, and felt with blind and exploring hands until she came to her bureau.

Then sounded the clink of nickel as the lamp was withdrawn from its case and the dry rattle of German safety-matches.

Then the listeners heard the quick scrape and flash of the match against the side of the little paper box, and the puff of the wavering blue flame as the match-end came in contact with the alcohol.
After all, it was good to have a light! Incongruously it flashed through her mind, as wayward thoughts and ideas would at such moments, how relieved primitive man amid his primitive night must have been at the blessed gift of the first fire.
The wavering blue flame widened and heightened.

In a moment the inky room was pallidly suffused with its trembling half-light.

Outside, through the night, sounded muffled street noises, and the boom and hiss and spurt of fireworks.
The two peering faces turned slowly, until their range of vision had swept the entire room.