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Updated: June 14, 2025
From a drawer in her writing-desk she produced a tin box of cigarettes. "They're your kind unless you've changed," she commented, and went over to the mantel shelf for an ash-tray and a match-safe. The match-safe was empty and she left the room to get a fresh supply from her kitchenette.
Instinctively he recognized the object as a human face, and passing his hand along he felt the body and limbs. Great heavens! who was this? Had another murder been done? Would there ever be an end to the horrors and mysteries of this dreadful night? The body was that of a man. Espérance arose to his knees and drawing a match-safe from his pocket struck a light.
"The truth of the matter," went on the Clown, "is that my leg was broken a while ago, and the boy just glued it together." "Oh, I'm so sorry!" mewed the Match-Safe Cat. "I'm not I'm glad," said the Clown. "If it wasn't glued I'd be a slimpsy lopsy sort of chap." "Oh, I didn't mean I was sorry your leg was GLUED, I meant that I was sorry it was BROKEN," went on the Cat.
In the bottom of her trunk, in the bedroom, she hid a brass match-safe that answered the purposes of a savings bank. Each time she added a quarter or a half dollar to the little store she laughed and sang with a veritable childish delight; whereas, if the butcher or milkman compelled her to pay an overcharge she was unhappy for the rest of the day.
Shortly she was able to stand alone and to ask Doug where he had come from. "My camp is up the mountain a ways. Why didn't you have a fire?" "Lost my pack when I lost Buster. Lost my match-safe when I fell with the little wild mare this afternoon." "I'm going to take you back up to my camp, Judith." "I don't think I can make it, Doug. It would have to be a foot climb." "You must make it.
Moving it to the window, she sat down and looked out at the sea, where the slow boom of the surf came softly from the shore, mingled with the liquid melody of returning breakers. The first grey of twilight had come upon the world before she thought of going downstairs. A match-safe hung upon the window casing, newly filled, and, mindful of her trust, she lighted the lamp and closed the window.
From the darkness a slight click. If she had known! for, it was Crossley's match-safe. The sound, slight yet so clear, startled her, roused her. She called out: "Mr. Crossley, won't you please be patient enough to let me try that again?" A brief hesitation, then: "Certainly." Once more she began. But this time there was no hesitation.
When I came to think of it afterward I thought it was odd, but the first thing that popped into my mind when I saw that the fire had gone out was that perhaps there were no matches left in the town. I ran to the match-safe so fast that I bumped my head against the wall.
The table itself was covered with a tolerably clean cloth, though it was of coarse linen and rather damp. There were the usual bottles of olives and pepper sauce, a plate of broken crackers, and a ribbed match-safe of china. The sugar bowl was of plated ware and on it were scratched numberless dates together with the first names of a great many girls, "Nannie," "Ida," "Flossie."
Then, as one would make a plunge into cold water, quickly, in one motion, he laid on the table something over which he held his hand. "You are wondering why I am interviewing you again," said he. "It is because I have become aware of certain things. When you left me a few hours ago you dropped this." He moved his hand to one side. The silver match-safe lay on the table.
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