Duke was stuck on duty in No. 2 cell block all morning.
As a newcomer, he has no right to act on his own, and the so-called duty, in fact, is to learn about the routine chores from his partner, Old Smith, the middle-aged jailer.
Mostly just some archives work.
Duke, who was worried about the players, was impatient until he saw Old Smith take a recording tool out of his box at his location.
Paper and pen.
The paper was slightly yellow, and, judging from the rough edges and the fibers left on paper, it must have been made of trees or straw pulp, which Duke didn’t know or care much about.
The point was that pen.
It was packed in a box padded with thick cloth, Old Smith took it out and dipped it lightly in the ink. When he noticed that Duke was looking at him, he looked a little prou
