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"Youhavetofollowthedirectionswrittenonhere.Trynottoletanyonefollowyou."Thenshesighed,andsaid,"Ireallyshouldn’tinvolveyouthismuch."
"IfIfollowthesedirections...willitgetyououtofherefaster?"
"Yes."
HeturnedintoHanwayStreet.Althoughhehadtakenonlyafewstepsfromthewell-litbustleofOxfordStreet,hemighthavebeeninanothercity:HanwayStreetwasempty,forsaken;anarrow,darkroad,littlemorethananalleyway,filledwithgloomyrecordshopsandclosedrestaurants,theonlylightspillingoutfromthesecretivedrinkingclubsontheupperfloorsofbuildings.Hewalkedalongit,feelingapprehensive.
"‘...turnrightintoHanwayStreet,leftintoHanwayPlace,thenrightagainintoOrmePassage.Stopatthefirststreetlightyoucometo...‘Areyousurethisisright?"
"Yes."
HedidnotrememberanOrmePassage,althoughhehadbeentoHanwayPlacebefore:therewasanundergroundIndianrestauranttherehisfriendGarylikedalot.AsfarasRichardcouldremember,HanwayPlacewasadeadend.TheMandeer,thatwastherestaurant.Hepassedthebrightlylitfrontdoor,therestaurant’sstepsleadinginvitinglydownintotheunderground,andthenheturnedleft...
Hehadbeenwrong.TherewasanOrmePassage.Hecouldseethesignforit,highonthewall.
