He looked around as though he was thinking about something and then, taking off his coat, he hung it on one of the hooks near the alcove.

I held my breath fearing that he would look inside, but he did not.
"He walked about the room as though he was looking for something, and again I was afraid that I should be discovered after all, but by and by he went out and came back with a small suit-case.

It was after he had gone that I saw poking out of the pocket of the overcoat which had been hung on the hook, the butt of a pistol.

I didn't quite know what to make of it, but thinking that it was better in my pocket than in his if I were discovered, I lifted it out of the pocket and slipped it into my own.
"After a while he came back as I say and started packing the bag on the bed.

Presently he looked at his watch and said something to himself, turned out the lights and hurried out.