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           However,hespottedsomeonewholookedabletoguidehim.Halfwaydownthepassageway,astewardesswassittingonachairoutsideagalleyway,readingamagazineandsmokingacigarette.Nicholsonwentdowntoher,consultedherbriefly,thankedher,thentookafewadditionalstepsforwardshipandopenedaheavymetaldoorthatread:TOTHEPOOL.Itopenedontoanarrow,uncarpetedstaircase.

           Hewaslittlemorethanhalfwaydownthestaircasewhenheheardanall-piercing,sustainedscream—clearlycomingfromasmall,femalechild.Itwashighlyacoustical,asthoughitwerereverberatingwithinfourtiledwalls.