[Horner Devon]

     'How did  you get in here? ' Ivan  whispered in obedience to a warning
finger. ' The grilles on the windows are locked, aren't they? '
     'The grilles are  locked,' agreed the visitor.  ' Praskovya Fyodorovna
is a dear  person but alas, terribly absent-minded.  A  month  ago I removed
this  bunch of keys from her, which has given me the freedom of the balcony.
It  stretches  along the  whole  floor, so that  I can call on my neighbours
whenever I feel like it.'
     'If you can get out on to the balcony you can run  away.  Or is it too
high to jump? ' enquired Ivan with interest.
     'No,' answered the  visitor firmly, '  I  can't  escape from here. Not
because  it's too  high but because  I've nowhere to go.' After  a  pause he
added : ' So here we are.'
     'Here we are,' echoed Ivan, gazing into the man's restless brown eyes.
     'Yes . . .' The visitor grew suddenly anxious. ' You're not violent, I
hope? You see, I can't bear noise, disturbance, violence or anything of that
sort.  I particularly  hate the  sound  of people screaming,  whether it's a
scream of pain, anger  or any other kind of scream. Just reassure me--you're

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