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"
Closing
time
arrived
quickly
enough
.
It
could
not
have
been
more
than
an
hour
after
I
took
up
my
position
on
the
mattresses
before
I
noticed
the
blinds
of
the
windows
being
drawn
,
and
customers
being
marched
doorward
.
And
then
a
number
of
brisk
young
men
began
with
remarkable
alacrity
to
tidy
up
the
goods
that
remained
disturbed
.
I
left
my
lair
as
the
crowds
diminished
,
and
prowled
cautiously
out
into
the
less
desolate
parts
of
the
shop
.
I
was
really
surprised
to
observe
how
rapidly
the
young
men
and
women
whipped
away
the
goods
displayed
for
sale
during
the
day
.
All
the
boxes
of
goods
,
the
hanging
fabrics
,
the
festoons
of
lace
,
the
boxes
of
sweets
in
the
grocery
section
,
the
displays
of
this
and
that
,
were
being
whipped
down
,
folded
up
,
slapped
into
tidy
receptacles
,
and
everything
that
could
not
be
taken
down
and
put
away
had
sheets
of
some
coarse
stuff
like
sacking
flung
over
them
.
Finally
all
the
chairs
were
turned
up
on
to
the
counters
,
leaving
the
floor
clear
.
Directly
each
of
these
young
people
had
done
,
he
or
she
made
promptly
for
the
door
with
such
an
expression
of
animation
as
I
have
rarely
observed
in
a
shop
assistant
before
.
Then
came
a
lot
of
youngsters
scattering
sawdust
and
carrying
pails
and
brooms
.
I
had
to
dodge
to
get
out
of
the
way
,
and
as
it
was
,
my
ankle
got
stung
with
the
sawdust
.
For
some
time
,
wandering
through
the
swathed
and
darkened
departments
,
I
could
hear
the
brooms
at
work
.
And
at
last
a
good
hour
or
more
after
the
shop
had
been
closed
,
came
a
noise
of
locking
doors
.
Silence
came
upon
the
place
,
and
I
found
myself
wandering
through
the
vast
and
intricate
shops
,
galleries
,
show-rooms
of
the
place
,
alone
.
It
was
very
still
;
in
one
place
I
remember
passing
near
one
of
the
Tottenham
Court
Road
entrances
and
listening
to
the
tapping
of
boot-heels
of
the
passers-by
.
"
My
first
visit
was
to
the
place
where
I
had
seen
stockings
and
gloves
for
sale
.
It
was
dark
,
and
I
had
the
devil
of
a
hunt
after
matches
,
which
I
found
at
last
in
the
drawer
of
the
little
cash
desk
.
Then
I
had
to
get
a
candle
.
I
had
to
tear
down
wrappings
and
ransack
a
number
of
boxes
and
drawers
,
but
at
last
I
managed
to
turn
out
what
I
sought
;
the
box
label
called
them
lambswool
pants
,
and
lambswool
vests
.
Then
socks
,
a
thick
comforter
,
and
then
I
went
to
the
clothing
place
and
got
trousers
,
a
lounge
jacket
,
an
overcoat
and
a
slouch
hat
--
a
clerical
sort
of
hat
with
the
brim
turned
down
.
I
began
to
feel
a
human
being
again
,
and
my
next
thought
was
food
.
"
Upstairs
was
a
refreshment
department
,
and
there
I
got
cold
meat
.
There
was
coffee
still
in
the
urn
,
and
I
lit
the
gas
and
warmed
it
up
again
,
and
altogether
I
did
not
do
badly
.
Afterwards
,
prowling
through
the
place
in
search
of
blankets
--
I
had
to
put
up
at
last
with
a
heap
of
down
quilts
--
I
came
upon
a
grocery
section
with
a
lot
of
chocolate
and
candied
fruits
,
more
than
was
good
for
me
indeed
--
and
some
white
burgundy
.
And
near
that
was
a
toy
department
,
and
I
had
a
brilliant
idea
.
I
found
some
artificial
noses
--
dummy
noses
,
you
know
,
and
I
thought
of
dark
spectacles
.
But
Omniums
had
no
optical
department
.
My
nose
had
been
a
difficulty
indeed
--
I
had
thought
of
paint
.
But
the
discovery
set
my
mind
running
on
wigs
and
masks
and
the
like
.
Finally
I
went
to
sleep
in
a
heap
of
down
quilts
,
very
warm
and
comfortable
.
"
My
last
thoughts
before
sleeping
were
the
most
agreeable
I
had
had
since
the
change
.
I
was
in
a
state
of
physical
serenity
,
and
that
was
reflected
in
my
mind
.
I
thought
that
I
should
be
able
to
slip
out
unobserved
in
the
morning
with
my
clothes
upon
me
,
muffling
my
face
with
a
white
wrapper
I
had
taken
,
purchase
,
with
the
money
I
had
taken
,
spectacles
and
so
forth
,
and
so
complete
my
disguise
.
I
lapsed
into
disorderly
dreams
of
all
the
fantastic
things
that
had
happened
during
the
last
few
days
.
I
saw
the
ugly
little
Jew
of
a
landlord
vociferating
in
his
rooms
;
I
saw
his
two
sons
marvelling
,
and
the
wrinkled
old
woman
's
gnarled
face
as
she
asked
for
her
cat
.
I
experienced
again
the
strange
sensation
of
seeing
the
cloth
disappear
,
and
so
I
came
round
to
the
windy
hillside
and
the
sniffing
old
clergyman
mumbling
'
Earth
to
earth
,
ashes
to
ashes
,
dust
to
dust
,
'
at
my
father
's
open
grave
.
"
'
You
also
,
'
said
a
voice
,
and
suddenly
I
was
being
forced
towards
the
grave
.
I
struggled
,
shouted
,
appealed
to
the
mourners
,
but
they
continued
stonily
following
the
service
;
the
old
clergyman
,
too
,
never
faltered
droning
and
sniffing
through
the
ritual
.
I
realised
I
was
invisible
and
inaudible
,
that
overwhelming
forces
had
their
grip
on
me
.
I
struggled
in
vain
,
I
was
forced
over
the
brink
,
the
coffin
rang
hollow
as
I
fell
upon
it
,
and
the
gravel
came
flying
after
me
in
spadefuls
.
Nobody
heeded
me
,
nobody
was
aware
of
me
.
I
made
convulsive
struggles
and
awoke
.
"
The
pale
London
dawn
had
come
,
the
place
was
full
of
a
chilly
grey
light
that
filtered
round
the
edges
of
the
window
blinds
.
I
sat
up
,
and
for
a
time
I
could
not
think
where
this
ample
apartment
,
with
its
counters
,
its
piles
of
rolled
stuff
,
its
heap
of
quilts
and
cushions
,
its
iron
pillars
,
might
be
.
Then
,
as
recollection
came
back
to
me
,
I
heard
voices
in
conversation
.
"
Then
far
down
the
place
,
in
the
brighter
light
of
some
department
which
had
already
raised
its
blinds
,
I
saw
two
men
approaching
.
I
scrambled
to
my
feet
,
looking
about
me
for
some
way
of
escape
,
and
even
as
I
did
so
the
sound
of
my
movement
made
them
aware
of
me
.
I
suppose
they
saw
merely
a
figure
moving
quietly
and
quickly
away
.
'
Who
's
that
?
'
cried
one
,
and
'
Stop
there
!
'
shouted
the
other
.
I
dashed
around
a
corner
and
came
full
tilt
--
a
faceless
figure
,
mind
you
!
--
on
a
lanky
lad
of
fifteen
.
He
yelled
and
I
bowled
him
over
,
rushed
past
him
,
turned
another
corner
,
and
by
a
happy
inspiration
threw
myself
behind
a
counter
.
In
another
moment
feet
went
running
past
and
I
heard
voices
shouting
,
'
All
hands
to
the
doors
!
'
asking
what
was
'
up
,
'
and
giving
one
another
advice
how
to
catch
me
.
"
Lying
on
the
ground
,
I
felt
scared
out
of
my
wits
.
But
--
odd
as
it
may
seem
--
it
did
not
occur
to
me
at
the
moment
to
take
off
my
clothes
as
I
should
have
done
.
I
had
made
up
my
mind
,
I
suppose
,
to
get
away
in
them
,
and
that
ruled
me
.
And
then
down
the
vista
of
the
counters
came
a
bawling
of
'
Here
he
is
!
'
"
I
sprang
to
my
feet
,
whipped
a
chair
off
the
counter
,
and
sent
it
whirling
at
the
fool
who
had
shouted
,
turned
,
came
into
another
round
a
corner
,
sent
him
spinning
,
and
rushed
up
the
stairs
.
He
kept
his
footing
,
gave
a
view
hallo
,
and
came
up
the
staircase
hot
after
me
.
Up
the
staircase
were
piled
a
multitude
of
those
bright-coloured
pot
things
--
what
are
they
?
"
