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He
passed
the
lights
and
the
noise
of
the
Virgin
megastore
,
and
the
shop
that
sold
souvenir
London
police
helmets
and
little
red
London
buses
,
and
the
place
next
door
that
sold
individual
slices
of
pizza
,
and
then
he
turned
right
.
"
You
have
to
follow
the
directions
written
on
here
.
Try
not
to
let
anyone
follow
you
.
"
Then
she
sighed
,
and
said
,
"
I
really
shouldn
’
t
involve
you
this
much
.
"
"
If
I
follow
these
directions
.
.
.
will
it
get
you
out
of
here
faster
?
"
"
Yes
.
"
He
turned
into
Hanway
Street
.
Although
he
had
taken
only
a
few
steps
from
the
well
-
lit
bustle
of
Oxford
Street
,
he
might
have
been
in
another
city
:
Hanway
Street
was
empty
,
forsaken
;
a
narrow
,
dark
road
,
little
more
than
an
alleyway
,
filled
with
gloomy
record
shops
and
closed
restaurants
,
the
only
light
spilling
out
from
the
secretive
drinking
clubs
on
the
upper
floors
of
buildings
.
He
walked
along
it
,
feeling
apprehensive
.
"
‘
.
.
.
turn
right
into
Hanway
Street
,
left
into
Hanway
Place
,
then
right
again
into
Orme
Passage
.
Stop
at
the
first
streetlight
you
come
to
.
.
.
‘
Are
you
sure
this
is
right
?
"
"
Yes
.
"
He
did
not
remember
an
Orme
Passage
,
although
he
had
been
to
Hanway
Place
before
:
there
was
an
underground
Indian
restaurant
there
his
friend
Gary
liked
a
lot
.
As
far
as
Richard
could
remember
,
Hanway
Place
was
a
dead
end
.
The
Mandeer
,
that
was
the
restaurant
.
He
passed
the
brightly
lit
front
door
,
the
restaurant
’
s
steps
leading
invitingly
down
into
the
underground
,
and
then
he
turned
left
.
.
.
He
had
been
wrong
.
There
was
an
Orme
Passage
.
He
could
see
the
sign
for
it
,
high
on
the
wall
.
ORME
PASSAGE
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