“You let that alone,” she called down desperately. The figure was already stooping over it. Entirely reckless now, she ran, bare-armed and bare-bosomed, down the stairs and out into the street. She had thought to see its finder escaping, but he was still standing where he had picked it up.
“It's mine,” she began. “I dropped it out of the window. I—”
“You threw it out of the window. I saw you.”
It was Rudolph.
“You—” He snarled, and stood with menacing eyes fixed on her bare neck.
“Rudolph!”
“Get into the house,” he said roughly. “You're half-naked.”
“Give me my watch.”
“I'll give it to you, all right. What's left of it. When we get in.”
He followed her into the hail, but when she turned there and held out her hand, he only snarled again.