I had been too long on my own, making decisions in a vacuum, struggling just to stay alive. It seemed like a month, not two days. He was alone in a little office place, not unlike the one I had just left. I collapsed in a swivel chair, while the old woman went into voluble explanations. When she had done she hitched her shabby black knitted cardigan round herself and left. Dwight bit at his pipe with long yellow teeth and looked me over impersonally, like a vet with & sick horse on his hands. “Groggy?” “Not bad.” “Dead beat?” “More or less.” He put a hand on my arm. “Come along. I’ll show you what you need, old man.” He led me into a bare little room with a radio set, a divan bed, some photographic negatives curling in a wash-basin. He pointed to the bed. “Get undressed and put out the light.
