By George MacDonald
"'Permit me, however,' rejoined one of many Shadows; and as he spoke, he approached the king, and lifting a dismal fore-finger, drew it flippantly, yet conscientiously, around the ridge of his brow, from temple to temple. The king felt the tender gliding contact cross, like water, into each hole, and excessive of each peak of that mountain-chain of concept.
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I shut my eyes. I saw his shadowy figure. He had walked the corridor, but he hadn’t entered any room apart from the main bedroom. He had listened and smelled until he found who he was looking for. When I got there, my heart quickened again, pulsating hard. In contrast, my breathing slowed, shallow, my throat constricted. The smell of basil filled my nose. It was though I was in his shoes. My hands were hot, clammy. I felt the latex grip my fingers. I also felt something on my neck, a chain and a pendant – it was a crucifix.
The windows 46 were sealed and it had no air conditioning. Its tight white walls would have given me claustrophobia if it hadn’t been for the reassuring yellow and brown nicotine glaze that tainted every surface. Importantly, it had an ashtray. It was probably the only place in the building where you could smoke. The vinyl chair behind the desk had smoker’s acne on the arms with little eruptions like mini volcanoes where hot ash had lingered too long. It was kind of inviting, so I plopped myself down and flicked open my Zippo.
I was hoping you might help us work that out,” Geoff said as he narrowed his eyes. “I don’t know anything about this crazy stuff man. I told your guy everything I know. ” Geoff asked slowly. “About half past seven,” he fired back. ” Leon Melnar showed signs of anxiety and a little aggression crept into his melodic voice. Geoff paused again. I could see that he planned to frustrate Melnar a little more. I was certain that Geoff knew instinctively that Melnar wasn’t the murderer, but you could tell that he thought the sleezebag was involved in some way and he seemed determined to find out what it was.