noon
What did he really want there ? As the result of an anonymous letter he , Paul Schlieben , was forcing his way in on strange people , into a strange house ? The blood surged to his head -- and at that moment the person opened the door in a light blue dressing-gown , no longer young , but buxom , and with good-natured eyes . And by the gleam of a miserable kitchen lamp , which lighted up the pitch-dark passage even at noon , he had seen a smart top-coat and a fine felt hat hanging in the entrance , and had recognised Wolfgang 's things . So he was really there ? There ? So the anonymous letter had not lied after all .