All too soon the measures of the fourth movement were flowing toward their ineluctable end. Now came the tempo change and the modulation to D major. Now entered the fanfaring trumpets. And now sounded the hollow tones of the timpani in harmonic counterpoint. My God, there were only 20 or 30 measures left! And here was Krause, readying himself for the pulsing finé. Move, Slotnik, you cad! If it's to be done, then for Christ's sake do it now!
I had no reason to fear. My friend had timed it only too well. With a mere 16 bars remaining, the curtain adjacent to Krause fluttered imperceptibly. Slotnik's hammer shone with a brief metallic glint, lost amid the flash of surrounding cymbals.
Down came the ball-peen with a delicate snap and Krause dropped silently from sight.