eyes are younger than mine, lend them to me. What do you see over
there to the right, below the tall factory chimney?" Muller's voice
was calm, but there was something in his manner that revealed
excitement. Amster caught the infection without knowing why. He
looked sharply in the direction towards which Muller pointed, and
began: "There is a tall house near the chimney, to the right of it,
one wall touching it. The house is crowded in between other newer
buildings, and looks to be very old and of a much better sort than
its neighbours. The other houses are plain stone, but this house
has carvings and statues on it, which are white with snow. But the
house is in bad condition, one can see cracks in the wall."

"And its windows?"

"I cannot see them. They must be on the other side of the house,
towards the courtyard which seems to be hemmed in by the blank
walls of the other houses."

"And at the front of the house?"

"There is a low wall in front which shuts off the courtyard from a
narrow, ill-kept street."

" Yes, I see it myself now. The street is bordered mainly by
gardens and vacant lots."

"Yes, sir, that is it." Muller nodded as if satisfied. Amster
looked at him in surprise, still more surprised, however, at the
excitement he felt himself. He did not understand it, but Muller
understood it. He knew that he had found in Amster a talent akin