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It
was
difficult
for
a
moment
to
believe
that
the
expediently
dressed
form
before
me
had
been
the
ballroom
vision
of
the
previous
evening
.
She
had
chosen
a
dark
blue
skiing
suit
with
white
-
topped
socks
rolled
above
sturdy
shoes
.
On
a
dark
leather
belt
she
wore
a
finely
made
hunting
knife
to
replace
the
mediocre
weapon
I
had
found
the
day
before
.
I
have
no
idea
how
I
expected
to
find
her
dressed
,
or
whether
I
had
given
the
matter
any
thought
,
but
the
practicality
of
her
choice
was
by
no
means
the
only
impression
I
received
as
I
saw
her
.
"
Will
I
do
,
do
you
think
?
"
she
asked
.
"
Eminently
,
"
I
assured
her
.
I
looked
down
at
myself
.
"
I
’
d
wish
I
’
d
had
as
much
forethought
.
Gents
’
lounge
suiting
isn
’
t
quite
the
rig
for
the
job
,
"
I
added
.
"
You
could
do
better
,
"
she
agreed
,
with
a
candid
glance
at
my
crumpled
suit
.
"
That
light
last
night
,
"
she
went
on
,
"
came
from
the
University
Tower
—
at
least
,
I
’
m
pretty
sure
it
did
.
There
’
s
nothing
else
noticeable
exactly
on
that
line
.
It
seems
about
the
right
distance
,
too
.
"
I
went
into
her
room
and
looked
along
the
scratch
I
had
drawn
on
the
sill
.
It
did
,
as
she
said
,
point
directly
at
the
tower
.
And
I
noticed
something
more
.
The
tower
was
flying
two
flags
at
the
same
mast
.
One
might
have
been
left
hoisted
by
chance
,
but
two
must
be
a
deliberate
signal
:
the
daytime
equivalent
of
the
light
.
We
decided
over
breakfast
that
we
would
postpone
our
planned
program
and
make
an
investigation
of
the
tower
our
first
job
for
the
day
.
We
left
the
apartment
about
half
an
hour
later
.
As
I
had
hoped
,
the
station
wagon
,
by
standing
out
in
the
middle
of
the
street
,
had
escaped
the
attentions
of
prowlers
and
was
intact
.
Without
delaying
further
,
we
dropped
the
suitcases
that
Josella
had
acquired
into
the
back
among
the
triffid
gear
,
and
started
off
.
Few
people
were
about
.
Presumably
weariness
and
the
chill
m
the
air
had
made
them
aware
that
night
had
fallen
,
and
not
many
had
yet
emerged
from
whatever
sleeping
places
they
had
found
.
Those
who
were
to
be
seen
were
keeping
more
to
the
gutters
and
less
to
the
walls
than
they
had
on
the
previous
day
.
Most
of
them
were
now
holding
sticks
or
bits
of
broken
wood
with
which
they
tapped
their
way
along
the
curb
.
It
made
for
easier
going
than
by
the
house
fronts
with
their
entrances
and
projections
,
and
the
tapping
had
decreased
the
frequency
of
collisions
.
We
threaded
our
way
with
little
difficulty
,
and
after
a
time
turned
into
Store
Street
to
see
the
University
Tower
at
the
end
of
it
rising
straight
before
us
.
"
Steady
,
"
said
Josella
as
we
turned
into
the
empty
road
.
