night of 3 Nov.  V.L.

11:58 pm  Vault locked, alarm set. Rain like nails on the skylight.
12:41 am  Alarm check. All quiet. Krane on the radio from the east wing,
          every fifteen minutes, regular as a clock.
1:05 am   Lights died. The storm. Emergency lamps only.
1:10 am   Someone on the vault stairs. Tall, grey overcoat, hat pulled low.
          I called out "Mr. Krane?" No answer. After he'd gone, the
          stairwell smelled of cherry pipe tobacco.
1:19 am   Power back. Cameras back.
1:58 am   Rounds. Case 4 empty. Called the police. Called Krane on the
          radio: he came running from the east wing.

Krane doesn't smoke. Who smokes cherry?
Note to self: the bank letter. File it Monday.
