Chapter 41

Somehow, although the man had looked straight ahead, seeming to see merely with the glazed, indwelling stare of a sleepwalker, Annister had felt those eyes upon him; he was certain that he had been seen—and known. But now he had other things to think about. He had intended going to the hotel. Now, on an impulse he bent his steps away from it, turning to the building in which were the offices of Rook. But he did not enter by the main doorway. There was an alley further along; into this he melted with the stealth and…