The EscapeHe greeted her coldly and pushed into the hall. As on the telephone previously he clearly showed his irritation at her early morning summons. With a sidelong glance at her, he removed his gloves and warmed his fingers with his breath. They were stumpy and hairy, miniatures of himself. ‘Those fingers could not talk…’ the woman thought.
“No developments?” he asked her.
“None… Please, on the first floor.”
The lift did not work. They went up the stairs. The corridor to the left, according to the sign, led to the Library and Handicraft Rooms and to the Offices. It was dark. They followed the corridor to the right, towards the dormitories; six, in a row, closed; from the cracks around the doors came stray light and sounds; clearly they were awake inside. “They are upset, I woke them
