THE THIRTY-SIXTH
‘So, you can get a good night’s sleep here, and tomorrow, as I said, leave the key in this pipe.’
‘Sure, boss,’ answered Martin. ‘You’ve already told me that.’
‘Most important thing is that nobody see you here. They’d say things like “we have our stuff here,” and so on.’ The guy with the bald skull and thick whiskers pointed to a row of doors leading to workers’ quarters.
‘This here room’s in case of need. What more is there to say.’
‘I know. I stayed here once before, back before that tower was built.’
‘All right then,’ and the door closed behind them.
‘That’s what these bosses up here in the mountains are like in their flannel shirts and whiskers. They act as tough as the Mountain Service, but the majority of them have weak livers,’ Martin declared.
‘But we can b
