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Patrick Romayne stood still, pressed closely against the door that he had so cautiously and quickly shut.

He heard Buckland's footsteps recede along the passage and die away in the distance. He could also hear his mother moving things about in the room next door. Once she dropped something, and he was almost sure that he caught the sound of a brief ejaculation. But perhaps that was imagination, because he knew that she always did swear, briefly and without real anger, whenever she dropped things.

There was a communicating door between the rooms, but she wouldn't open it. Probably she thought he'd gone to sleep long ago, and of course he was much too old now for her to come in and look at him asleep, as she'd sometimes done when he was little.

Most likely she wouldn't even notice that there was a light under his door, if he were to switch it on and read for a bit.

He fixed his mind on the detective story in the Tauchnitz volume lent him by Olwen Morgan.

It was a good yarn.

Patrick got into bed and read steadily, trying hard to keep his mind on the story.