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"
Why
not
?
"
asked
Richard
.
And
then
daylight
hit
his
face
,
and
he
looked
down
.
It
was
daylight
(
how
was
it
daylight
?
a
tiny
voice
asked
,
in
the
back
of
his
head
.
It
had
been
almost
night
when
he
entered
the
alley
,
what
,
an
hour
ago
?
)
,
and
he
was
holding
onto
a
metal
ladder
that
ran
up
the
outside
of
a
very
high
building
(
but
a
few
seconds
ago
he
was
climbing
up
the
same
ladder
,
and
he
had
been
inside
,
hadn
’
t
he
?
)
,
and
below
him
,
he
could
see
.
.
.
London
.
Tiny
cars
.
Tiny
buses
and
taxis
.
Tiny
buildings
.
Trees
.
Miniature
trucks
.
Tiny
,
tiny
people
.
They
swam
in
and
out
of
focus
beneath
him
.
To
say
that
Richard
Mayhew
was
not
very
good
at
heights
would
be
perfectly
accurate
,
but
it
would
fail
to
give
the
full
picture
.
Richard
hated
clifftops
,
and
high
buildings
:
somewhere
not
far
inside
him
was
the
fear
—
the
stark
,
utter
,
silently
screaming
terror
—
that
if
he
got
too
close
to
the
edge
,
then
something
would
take
over
and
he
would
find
himself
walking
to
the
edge
of
a
clifftop
and
stepping
off
into
space
.
It
was
as
if
he
could
not
entirely
trust
himself
,
and
that
scared
Richard
more
than
the
simple
fear
of
falling
ever
could
.
So
he
called
it
vertigo
,
and
hated
it
and
himself
,
and
kept
away
from
high
places
.
Richard
froze
on
the
ladder
.
His
hands
clamped
tightly
to
the
rungs
.
His
eyes
hurt
,
somewhere
behind
the
eyeballs
.
He
started
breathing
too
fast
,
too
deeply
.
"
Somebody
,
"
said
an
amused
voice
above
him
,
"
wasn
’
t
listening
,
was
he
?
"
"
I
.
.
.
"
Richard
’
s
throat
didn
’
t
work
.
He
swallowed
,
moistening
it
.
"
I
can
’
t
move
.
"
His
hands
were
sweating
.
What
if
they
sweated
so
much
that
he
simply
slipped
off
into
the
void
.
.
.
?
"
Of
course
you
can
move
.
Or
,
if
you
don
’
t
you
can
stay
here
,
hanging
onto
the
side
of
the
wall
until
your
hands
freeze
and
your
legs
buckle
and
you
tumble
to
a
messy
death
a
thousand
feet
below
.
"
Richard
looked
up
at
the
marquis
.
He
was
looking
down
at
Richard
,
and
still
smiling
;
when
he
saw
that
Richard
was
watching
him
,
he
let
go
of
the
rungs
with
both
his
hands
,
and
waggled
his
fingers
at
him
.
Richard
felt
a
wave
of
sympathetic
vertigo
run
through
him
.
"
Bastard
,
"
he
said
,
under
his
breath
,
and
he
let
go
of
the
rung
with
his
right
hand
and
moved
it
up
eight
inches
,
until
it
found
the
next
rung
.
Then
he
moved
his
right
leg
up
one
rung
.
Then
he
did
it
again
,
with
his
left
hand
.
After
a
while
he
found
himself
at
the
edge
of
a
flat
roof
,
and
he
stepped
over
it
and
collapsed
.
He
was
aware
that
the
marquis
was
striding
along
the
roof
,
away
from
him
.
Richard
felt
the
rooftop
with
his
hands
,
and
felt
the
solid
structure
beneath
him
.
His
heart
was
pounding
in
his
chest
.
