"Later?"
Kurz nodded his great, shaggy head up and down.
"How did you come in here, Charlie?"
He was surprised at the question.
"How? Why, with my latch key, of course!"
He glanced over at the windows. The blinds were up. He could see the dark pressing against the glass; pressing tightly so that it spread. He started for the window. Kurz's voice stopped him.
"And your family? You have then seen your family, Charlie?"
He smiled.
"No. Not yet. They weren't here when you came in, were they?"
"No—no!—I—have—seen—no—one. I could not bring myself to go before any one. There was an old man. He was going down the hall. I waited till he passed. He must have come to light your lamp."