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Nicholson
sat
motionless
for
some
few
minutes
after
he
left
,
his
hands
on
the
armrests
of
the
chair
,
his
unlighted
cigarette
still
between
the
fingers
of
his
left
hand
.
Finally
,
he
raised
his
right
hand
and
used
it
as
if
to
check
whether
his
collar
was
still
open
.
Then
he
lit
his
cigarette
,
and
sat
quite
still
again
.
He
smoked
the
cigarette
down
to
its
end
,
then
abruptly
let
one
foot
over
the
side
of
the
chair
,
stepped
on
the
cigarette
,
got
to
his
feet
,
and
made
his
way
,
rather
quickly
,
out
of
the
aisle
.
Using
the
forwardship
stairway
,
he
descended
fairly
briskly
to
the
Promenade
Deck
.
Without
stopping
there
,
he
continued
on
down
,
still
quite
rapidly
,
to
Main
Deck
.
Then
to
A
Deck
.
Then
to
B
Deck
.
Then
to
C
Deck
.
Then
to
D
Deck
.
At
D
Deck
the
forwardship
stairway
ended
,
and
Nicholson
stood
for
a
moment
,
apparently
at
some
loss
for
direction
However
,
he
spotted
someone
who
looked
able
to
guide
him
.
Halfway
down
the
passageway
,
a
stewardess
was
sitting
on
a
chair
outside
a
galleyway
,
reading
a
magazine
and
smoking
a
cigarette
.
Nicholson
went
down
to
her
,
consulted
her
briefly
,
thanked
her
,
then
took
a
few
additional
steps
forwardship
and
opened
a
heavy
metal
door
that
read
:
TO
THE
POOL
.
It
opened
onto
a
narrow
,
uncarpeted
staircase
.
He
was
little
more
than
halfway
down
the
staircase
when
he
heard
an
all
-
piercing
,
sustained
scream
—
clearly
coming
from
a
small
,
female
child
.
It
was
highly
acoustical
,
as
though
it
were
reverberating
within
four
tiled
walls
.