He opened the door himself. I almost pushed my way in. 'What do you want, my friend?' he said, recoiling before me, and looking somewhat astonished.
'To get into your neighbour's house,' I answered bluntly.
CHAPTER XXVIII.
[UNDER THE TILES.]
He had a light in his hand, and he held it up to my face. 'So?' he said. 'Is that what you would be at? But you go fast. It takes two to that, Master Steward.'
'Yes,' I answered. 'I am the one, and you are the other, Herr Krapp.'
He turned from me and closed the door, and, coming back, held the light again to my face. 'So you still think that it was your lady's woman you saw at the window?'
'I am sure of it,' I answered.
He set down his light on a chair and, leaning against the wall, seemed to consider me. After a pause, 'And you have been to the house?'
'I have been to the house--fruitlessly.'