Then, groping his way to the little switchboard, he touched a button, and the room was flooded with light.

He first looked about, carefully but quickly, and then glanced at his watch.

He had at least two hours in which to do his work.

Any time after that Pobloff might return.

And by midnight at least the Prince's valet would be back from Nice, to begin packing his master's boxes.
He slipped into the bedroom, and took from the bed a blanket and comforter.