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Charlie
walked
across
the
enclosed
porch
,
knocked
,
and
opened
the
inside
door
.
They
all
peered
down
a
long
dark
hall
toward
a
room
that
was
lit
like
an
undersea
grotto
,
soft
green
,
dim
,
and
watery
.
"
Colonel
Freeleigh
?
"
Silence
.
"
He
don
’
t
hear
so
good
,
"
whispered
Charlie
.
"
But
he
told
me
to
just
come
on
in
and
yell
.
Colonel
!
"
The
only
answer
was
the
dust
sifting
down
and
around
the
spiral
stairwell
from
above
.
Then
there
was
a
faint
stir
in
that
undersea
chamber
at
the
far
end
of
the
hall
.
They
moved
carefully
along
and
peered
into
room
which
contained
but
two
pieces
of
furniture
-
an
old
man
and
a
chair
.
They
resembled
each
other
,
both
so
thin
you
could
see
just
how
they
had
been
put
together
,
ball
and
socket
,
sinew
and
joint
.
The
rest
of
the
room
was
raw
floor
boards
,
naked
walls
and
ceiling
,
and
vast
quantities
of
silent
air
.
"
He
looks
dead
,
"
whispered
Douglas
.
"
No
,
he
’
s
just
thinking
up
new
places
to
travel
to
,
"
said
Charlie
,
very
proud
and
quiet
.
"
Colonel
?
"
One
of
the
pieces
of
brown
furniture
moved
and
it
was
the
colonel
,
blinking
around
,
focusing
,
and
smiling
a
wild
and
toothless
smile
.
"
Charlie
!
"
