Room 15
. . . room number 15.
Just as we entered l heard a thump and the sound of footsteps hurrying away. Somewhere a door slammed.
“At least three of us can sit down here/’ said one.
There were only three possible choices.
Leaning on the sacrificial tripod I was suddenly moved to say, “Perhaps these numbers relate to each other in some specific combination . . . ” Immediately I regretted this act of charity. . . sometimes I think, after all these years, that I don’t really know myself.
One of them thought he had worked it out and, very pleased with himself, led us into . . .
