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The Bedroom

           Andthen,atlast,hishandcurledaroundthedoorknobanditturnedunderhishandandheyankedthedooropen.Heplungedout,notintothesecond-floorhallway,butintothebasementroombeyondthearch.Thecobwebbylightwason.Hiscampchair,starkandgeometrical,stoodbeneathit.AndallarounditwasaminiaturemountainrangeofboxesandcratesandbandedbundlesofrecordsandinvoicesandGodknewwhat.Reliefsurgedthroughhim.

           "I’llfindit!"heheardhimselfscreaming.Heseizedadampandmolderingcardboardbox;itsplitapartinhishands,spillingoutawaterfallofyellowflimsies."It’sheresomewhere!Iwillfindit!"Heplungedhishandsdeepintothepileofpapersandcameupwithadry,paperywasps’nestinonehandandatimerintheother.Thetimerwasticking.Attachedtoitsbackwasalengthofelectricalcordandattachedtotheotherendofthecordwasabundleofdynamite."Here!"hescreamed."Here,takeit!"

           Hisreliefbecameabsolutetriumph.HehaddonemorethanescapeGeorge,;behadconquered.Withthesetalismanicobjectsinhishands,Georgewouldnevertouchhimagain.Georgewouldfleeinterror.

           HebegantoturnsohecouldconfrontGeorge,andthatwaswhenGeorge’shandssettledaroundhisneck,squeezing,stoppinghisbreath,damminguphisrespirationentirelyafteronefinaldragginggasp.

           "Idon’tstutter,"whisperedGeorgefrombehindhim.

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