CHAPTER IVTime for Patience
The library was indeed a dreadful sight. Glass from a broken french door glittered on the carpet. Rain had soaked the curtains and shapeless smears of mud led across the wet rug toward a shattered wall-cabinet. Once it had been glass-fronted. Once it had held a singularly uninteresting collection of gold coins, property of C. Edmund Stumm. It was empty now.
Stumm’s breath hissed dramatically through his teeth. “My coins!” he said, and rushed across the room toward the looted cabinet.
“Maxl!” the Doctor cried again in a distrait voice, rushing after him. But he went only as far as the huge desk, where he bent to pat an empty corner of that vast bare surface tenderly. “There he sat, last night. Now I remember. Oh, my poor Maxl, stolen! Edmund, we must get Maxl
