I
looked around the room. There are some framed
maps on the wall, a dark painting of a ship in a storm, and a couple portraits
of people I didn’t recognize. I slowly chose a seat in the corner and sat,
shivering a little. The stove was not lit in the mid-November weather, and the
room was chilly. As I sat huddling into myself, I sank into a wary reverie.
Well,
here I was, in the belly of the Bureau, and all alone. Not quite how I expected
to face my interrogation. I knew next to nothing about Mr. Williams, but if he
was anything like Mr. Frobisher, I could expect a pretty thorough interview and
a right going over. I sat wishing Pa was there to help smooth things along. And
then there was a knock on the door.
It
made me jump. I leaned forward a bit, half-expecting Pa to be back or Mr.
Williams to come walking in, but a second knock made me realize it couldn’t be
either. I cleared my throat.
“Come
in?” My voice sounded very uncertain in the empty room.
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