two young men were looking at each other in silent horror
This room was not Pat's sitting-room. They were in the
wrOng flat.
To begin with, the room was about ten times more crowded
than Pat's, which explained Donovan's pathetic bewilderment
at repeatedly cannoning into chairs and tables. There was a
large round table in the centre of the room covered with a b$ze
cloth, and there was an aspidistra in the window. It was, in fact,
the kind of room whose owner, the young men felt sure, would
be difficult to explain to. With silent horror they gazed down at
the tablet on which lay a little pile of letters.
'Mrs Emestine Grant,' breathed Donovan, picking them up
and reading the name. 'Oh, helpI Do you think she's heard us?'
'It's a miracle she hasn't heard you,' said Jimmy. 'What with
your language and the way you've been crashing into me
furniture. Come- on, for the Lord's sake, let's get out of ilere
quickly.'
They hastily switched off the light and retraced their steps
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ti toe to the lift. ]imray breathed a sigh of relief as they
on P - . -s of its depths without further incident...
regained the a...--:--.. a ,,ood, sound sleeper,' he smd
'I do like a wormul
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