“Whose hand?”
“I couldn’t see that. The light was so low on account of the shade that I couldn’t see the person who stood there.”
“And you don’t know whether it was a man or a woman?”
“No, I just saw a hand, more like a shadow it was.”
“Well, it doesn’t matter much anyway. It was after nine o’clock and many people go to bed about that time,” said Muller, who did not see much value in this incident.
But Knoll shook his head. “The person who put out that light didn’t go to bed, at least not right away,” he said eagerly. “I looked over after a while to the place where the red light was and I saw something else.”
“Well, what was it you saw?”
“The window had been closed.”
“Who closed it? Didn’t you see the person that time? The moonlight lay full on the house.”
“Yes, when there weren’t any clouds. But there was a heavy cloud over the moon just then and when it came out again the window was shut and there was a white curtain drawn in front of it.”