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WE WENT INTO the corridor. Already a good number of people were running out of the stairwell to their rooms. We struggled down the stairs against the stream and came to the foyer. A couple in African garb protested loudly at the front desk. They wanted the first flight out of here, they said. The girl at the desk seemed flustered and nervous. I heard her mention Mr Kray’s name several times. A large group of people were watching, many of them holding their suitcases. They all wanted to leave immediately, too. More were joining all the time.
I had expected . . . whatever reaction someone would show when an illegal scheme had been discovered. Anger, nervousness. Perhaps people avoiding each other.
I was not prepared to see this level of apparently genuine outrage. Surely they had to be
