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He took my statuette. I saw him. He led himself a pretty path right up the middle of the street, and stopping at my door, he knocked. Seeing no one was home (for I was hiding beneath my bed), he entered and passed through all the various rooms, coming finally into my own, where upon a small night table the statuette was placed. Oh statuette of a tearful god! How long I had kept you close beside me while I slept. But he put you under his coat, with one quick movement of a slimfingered hand, and off he went.

I thought for a moment, as he stood above me, of coming out from beneath the bed and making my presence known. But it seemed the wrong thing to do. Questions would be raised. What, for instance, was I doing beneath my bed on that miserable and immemorial day?