Chapter Eight – A Simple Task?
Horace arrived back in his room at precisely sixteen forty-five with the Professor and Jackson in tow. They had not said much to him during the ride back. Then to his dismay, it looked as if they wanted to stay with him now and go into more details about his time with Beckmann. He began to perspire, and without thinking, dabbed the nervous moisture off his forehead with a handkerchief.
Jackson noticed and exclaimed, “Yes, it is rather warm in here! I’d like to remove my jacket and get more comfortable, if nobody objects.”
Nobody did, and there was a coat rack by the door, so all three of them removed their jackets and hung them up together.
“Do you have any more questions, Horace, about anything?” the Professor asked kindly, sitting himself down on the en
