"It is mine. You will find my name engraved inside the back lid."
The clock-mender pried open the case, adjusted his glass—and dropped it, shaking with terror.
"You?" he whispered.
"Sh!" said Herr Ludwig, putting a finger to his lips.
CHAPTER XIV
FIND THE WOMAN
The watch, slipping from the clock-mender's hand, spun like a coin on the counter, while the clock-mender himself, his eyes bulging, his jaw dangling, it might be said, staggered back upon his stool.
"So this is the end?" he said in a kind of mutter.
"The end of what?" demanded the owner of the watch.