Before he could do that he must have light to see what he was doing.
He began a systematic search for the fuse-box, and finally found it in the kitchen. On the top of the fuse-box was a packet of fuse wire. He replaced the fuse, turned down the mains switch. The lights went up in the kitchen.
Using his handkerchief he wiped the fuse-box carefully, then returned to the sitting-room.
His heart was thumping as he looked around the room. His hat lay on the chair where he had dropped it. He had forgotten his hat. Suppose he had given way to panic and had gone, leaving it there? It had his name in it!
To make certain he didn’t forget it, he put it on.
He then collected the broken pieces of the smashed tumbler, put them in a newspaper and crushed the pieces into fine particles with his heel. He carried them in the newspaper into the kitchen and dropped them into the trash basket.
He found a swab in the kitchen sink and returned to the sitting-room. He wiped the glass he had just used and also the whisky bottle.
In the ash-tray were four stubs of cigarettes he had smoked. He collected these and put them in his pocket, then wiped the ash-tray.
He tried to remember if he had touched anything else in the room. There was the telephone. He crossed the room and carefully wiped the receiver.
There didn’t seem anything else in the room that needed his attention.