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Richard was again waiting at the corner of the road. He asked whether it was sixteen days until Mrs K.'s departure. In the playroom he adjusted his watch to her clock. He opened the clock, inspected it, set the alarm going, and went on opening and closing the leather case, also caressing it with his hands. He said that even if his watch was a little slower than others, yet it was ‘going its way’, and he drew his finger round the face of the watch. He said that nobody, and certainly no other watch, could command that it should stop…. He quickly looked round the kitchen, glanced uneasily at the ‘baby tank’, and was disturbed because he saw some rust on it. He tried to scrape it off and seemed grateful when Mrs K. removed the rust with a brush. He quickly went back to the table and again looked into the clock to see whether it was still working.… He told Mrs K. that he had a secret which she did not know. He had cycled to the end of the road last evening, and had passed her house. Where did the little path at the end of the road lead to? What was Mrs K. doing at about 8.45 last evening (which was the time when he had passed by her house)? Would Mrs K. have been angry if he had looked in? He did not wait for