He did not attempt to speak again, but, pulling a pack of cards from his pocket, played solitaire. After an hour’s play, he swept the cards into the fireplace and rose.
He looked at her and there was something in his eyes that froze her blood.
“Perhaps you will never see my face,” he said, and reached out his hand to the oil lamp which stood on the table.
Lower and lower sank the flame, and then came a gentle tap at the door.
Tap . . . tap . . . tappity . . . tap!
The Frog stood still, his hand upon the lamp.
Tap . . . tap . . . tappity . . . tap!
It came again. He turned up the light a little and went to the door.
“Who’s that?” he asked.
“Hagn,” said a deep voice, and the Frog took a startled step backward. “Quick! Open!’ ”