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Having
filled
my
pockets
with
the
flashlight
's
aid
,
I
put
on
my
hat
and
tiptoed
to
the
windows
to
consider
chances
of
descent
.
Despite
the
state
's
safety
regulations
there
was
no
fire
escape
on
this
side
of
the
hotel
,
and
I
saw
that
my
windows
commanded
only
a
sheer
three
story
drop
to
the
cobbled
courtyard
.
On
the
right
and
left
,
however
,
some
ancient
brick
business
blocks
abutted
on
the
hotel
;
their
slant
roofs
coming
up
to
a
reasonable
jumping
distance
from
my
fourth-story
level
.
To
reach
either
of
these
lines
of
buildings
I
would
have
to
be
in
a
room
two
from
my
own
--
in
one
case
on
the
north
and
in
the
other
case
on
the
south
--
and
my
mind
instantly
set
to
work
what
chances
I
had
of
making
the
transfer
.
I
could
not
,
I
decided
,
risk
an
emergence
into
the
corridor
;
where
my
footsteps
would
surely
be
heard
,
and
where
the
difficulties
of
entering
the
desired
room
would
be
insuperable
.
My
progress
,
if
it
was
to
be
made
at
all
,
would
have
to
be
through
the
less
solidly-built
connecting
doors
of
the
rooms
;
the
locks
and
bolts
of
which
I
would
have
to
force
violently
,
using
my
shoulder
as
a
battering-ram
whenever
they
were
set
against
me
.
This
,
I
thought
,
would
be
possible
owing
to
the
rickety
nature
of
the
house
and
its
fixtures
;
but
I
realised
I
could
not
do
it
noiselessly
.
I
would
have
to
count
on
sheer
speed
,
and
the
chance
of
getting
to
a
window
before
any
hostile
forces
became
coordinated
enough
to
open
the
right
door
toward
me
with
a
pass-key
.
My
own
outer
door
I
reinforced
by
pushing
the
bureau
against
it
--
little
by
little
,
in
order
to
make
a
minimum
of
sound
.
I
perceived
that
my
chances
were
very
slender
,
and
was
fully
prepared
for
any
calamity
.
Even
getting
to
another
roof
would
not
solve
the
problem
for
there
would
then
remain
the
task
of
reaching
the
ground
and
escaping
from
the
town
.
One
thing
in
my
favour
was
the
deserted
and
ruinous
state
of
the
abutting
building
and
the
number
of
skylights
gaping
blackly
open
in
each
row
.
Gathering
from
the
grocery
boy
's
map
that
the
best
route
out
of
town
was
southward
,
I
glanced
first
at
the
connecting
door
on
the
south
side
of
the
room
.
It
was
designed
to
open
in
my
direction
,
hence
I
saw
--
after
drawing
the
bolt
and
finding
other
fastening
in
place
--
it
was
not
a
favorable
one
for
forcing
.
Accordingly
abandoning
it
as
a
route
,
I
cautiously
moved
the
bedstead
against
it
to
hamper
any
attack
which
might
be
made
on
it
later
from
the
next
room
.
The
door
on
the
north
was
hung
to
open
away
from
me
,
and
this
--
though
a
test
proved
it
to
be
locked
or
bolted
from
the
other
side
--
I
knew
must
be
my
route
.
If
I
could
gain
the
roofs
of
the
buildings
in
Paine
Street
and
descend
successfully
to
the
ground
level
,
I
might
perhaps
dart
through
the
courtyard
and
the
adjacent
or
opposite
building
to
Washington
or
Bates
--
or
else
emerge
in
Paine
and
edge
around
southward
into
Washington
.
In
any
case
,
I
would
aim
to
strike
Washington
somehow
and
get
quickly
out
of
the
Town
Square
region
.
My
preference
would
be
to
avoid
Paine
,
since
the
fire
station
there
might
be
open
all
night
.
As
I
thought
of
these
things
I
looked
out
over
the
squalid
sea
of
decaying
roofs
below
me
,
now
brightened
by
the
beams
of
a
moon
not
much
past
full
.
On
the
right
the
black
gash
of
the
river-gorge
clove
the
panorama
;
abandoned
factories
and
railway
station
clinging
barnacle-like
to
its
sides
.
Beyond
it
the
rusted
railway
and
the
Rowley
road
led
off
through
a
flat
marshy
terrain
dotted
with
islets
of
higher
and
dryer
scrub-grown
land
.
On
the
left
the
creek-threaded
country-side
was
nearer
,
the
narrow
road
to
Ipswich
gleaming
white
in
the
moonlight
.
I
could
not
see
from
my
side
of
the
hotel
the
southward
route
toward
Arkham
which
I
had
determined
to
take
.
I
was
irresolutely
speculating
on
when
I
had
better
attack
the
northward
door
,
and
on
how
I
could
least
audibly
manage
it
,
when
I
noticed
that
the
vague
noises
underfoot
had
given
place
to
a
fresh
and
heavier
creaking
of
the
stairs
.
A
wavering
flicker
of
light
shewed
through
my
transom
,
and
the
boards
of
the
corridor
began
to
groan
with
a
ponderous
load
.
Muffled
sounds
of
possible
vocal
origin
approached
,
and
at
length
a
firm
knock
came
at
my
outer
door
.
For
a
moment
I
simply
held
my
breath
and
waited
.
Eternities
seemed
to
elapse
,
and
the
nauseous
fishy
odour
of
my
environment
seemed
to
mount
suddenly
and
spectacularly
.
Then
the
knocking
was
repeated
--
continuously
,
and
with
growing
insistence
.
I
knew
that
the
time
for
action
had
come
,
and
forthwith
drew
the
bolt
of
the
northward
connecting
door
,
bracing
myself
for
the
task
of
battering
it
open
.
The
knocking
waxed
louder
,
and
I
hoped
that
its
volume
would
cover
the
sound
of
my
efforts
.
At
last
beginning
my
attempt
,
I
lunged
again
and
again
at
the
thin
paneling
with
my
left
shoulder
,
heedless
of
shock
or
pain
.
