No. It yielded to a touch.
‘More good fortune,’ thought he.
Slowly, for it took a good five minutes to do, thinking that any noise now occasioned by precipitation would be fatal to him and his project, he got the window open about a couple of feet.
He put his hand into the room, and felt that there was a table close to the window.
By carefully moving his hand and arm horizontally from left to right and from right to left, he found there was nothing on the table but a glass of water, in which were some flowers.
In order to get it out of the way, he lifted the glass into the balcony, and placed it carefully in one corner out of the way.
Then it was that the audacious Blodget, like an oily snake, slid into the room through the partially open window, and was fairly within the apartment.
His next step was to remove the table from before the window, and to open the window itself very much wider—in fact, as wide as it would possibly go.
Then it was that he saw where the faint light had come from that was in the room.
A little oil night-light was on a bracket fixed to the wall of the room.