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Some
eight
hours
spent
searching
the
district
left
me
clue
-
less
,
arid
despondent
.
The
only
logical
place
I
could
think
of
to
go
was
back
to
the
University
Building
.
I
reckoned
Josella
would
think
the
same
—
and
there
was
a
hope
that
some
others
of
our
dispersed
party
might
have
drifted
back
there
in
an
effort
to
reunite
.
It
was
not
a
very
strong
hope
,
for
common
sense
would
have
caused
them
to
leave
there
days
ago
.
Two
flags
still
hung
above
the
tower
,
limp
in
the
warm
air
of
the
early
evening
.
Of
the
two
dozen
or
so
trucks
that
had
been
accumulated
in
the
forecourt
,
four
still
stood
there
,
apparently
untouched
.
I
parked
the
car
beside
them
and
went
into
the
building
.
My
footsteps
clattered
in
the
silence
.
"
Hub
!
Hullo
,
there
!
"
I
called
.
"
Is
there
anyone
here
?
"
My
voice
echoed
away
down
corridors
and
up
wells
,
diminishing
to
the
parody
of
a
whisper
and
then
to
silence
.
I
went
to
the
doors
of
the
other
wing
and
called
again
.
Once
more
the
echoes
died
away
unbroken
,
settling
softly
as
dust
.
Only
then
,
as
I
turned
back
,
did
I
notice
that
an
inscription
had
been
chalked
on
the
wall
inside
the
outer
door
.
In
large
letters
it
gave
simply
an
address
:
TYNSHAM
MANOR
TYNSHAM
NR
DEVIZES
WILTS
.
That
was
something
,
at
least
.
