“My plans were now perfectly definite.  I proposed to make my way into the house, secrete myself upstairs, watch my opportunity, and when everything was quiet, rummage out a wig, mask, spectacles, and costume, and go into the world, perhaps a grotesque but still a credible figure.  And incidentally of course I could rob the house of any available money.

“The man who had just entered the shop was a short, slight, hunched, beetle-browed man, with long arms and very short bandy legs.  Apparently I had interrupted a meal.  He stared about the shop with an expression of expectation.  This gave way to surprise, and then to anger, as he saw the shop empty.  ‘Damn the boys!’ he said.  He went to stare up and down the street.  He came in again in a minute, kicked the door to with his foot spitefully, and went muttering back to the house door.

“I came forward to follow him, and at the noise of my movement he stopped dead.  I did so too, startled by his quickness of ear.  He slammed the house door in my face.

“I stood hesitating.  Suddenly I heard his quick footsteps returning, and the door reopened.  He stood looking about the shop like one who was still not satisfied.  Then, murmuring to himself, he examined the back of the counter and peered behind some fixtures.  Then he stood doubtful.  He had left the house door open and I slipped into the inner room.

“It was a queer little room, poorly furnished and with a number of big masks in the corner.  On the table was his belated breakfast, and it was a confoundedly exasperating thing for me, Kemp, to have to sniff his coffee and stand watching while he came in and resumed his meal.  And his table manners were irritating.  Three doors opened into the little room, one going upstairs and one down, but they were all shut.  I could not get out of the room while he was there; I could scarcely move because of his alertness, and there was a draught down my back.  Twice I strangled a sneeze just in time.

“The spectacular quality of my sensations was curious and novel, but for all that I was heartily tired and angry long before he had done his eating.  But at last he made an end and putting his beggarly crockery on the black tin tray upon which he had had his teapot, and gathering all the crumbs up on the mustard stained cloth, he took the whole lot of things after him.  His burden prevented his shutting the door behind him—­as he would have done; I never saw such a man for shutting doors—­and I followed him into a very dirty underground kitchen and scullery.  I had the pleasure of seeing him begin to wash up, and then, finding no good in keeping down there, and the brick floor being cold on my feet, I returned upstairs and sat in his chair by the fire.  It was burning low, and scarcely thinking, I put on a little coal.  The noise of this brought him up at once, and he stood aglare.  He peered about the room and was within an ace of touching me.  Even after that examination, he scarcely seemed satisfied.  He stopped in the doorway and took a final inspection before he went down.