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ll searching elsewhere。 If they swallowed that and put him back in the same room…which they probably would； since they didn't have any other room prepared for him…he could simply take the boards down again and escape all over。
So。 Having been as clever as possible in his departure； Jimmy now rappelled down the side of the house； permitting the back of his jacket to take most of the stress and most of the friction of the rope passing through； and all at once he found himself standing in mud； on the ground； outside the house。
Escape； he'd done it。
Now all that was left was to walk to the highway； hail a passing car； and inform the police。 This gang would be rounded up； probably in less than an hour； and by midnight Jimmy would be safely at home and asleep in his own bed。
He almost felt sorry for the kidnappers。 But they
couldn't say they hadn't asked for it。
For the first leg of the journey he wouldn't be able to use the flashlight； and it really was dark out here。 Also wet。 Also cold。 Already drenched to the skin； Jimmy reached out in front of himself； patted the weathered boards of the house； and then moved off to his right； keeping his left hand constantly in touch with the house。
Traveling that way； he walked around the house to the front； and there at last he did see some light； flickering yellowish light showing through chinks in the boarded…up living room windows。 So； if he turned his back on those lights； the farm road should lead directly away in front of him。 Turning that way； looking over his shoulder to be sure he was facing exactly away from the light； he made off cautiously into the rain…drenched darkness。
The first two times he looked over his shoulder those faint lines of light were still there； but the third time they were gone。 〃Ten more steps；〃 he whispered to himself； and made ten slow slithering steps through the mud before hesitantly switching on the flashlight； keeping his fingers dosed over most of the glass so not too much light would e out。
He was in a field。 At one time under cultivation； it had apparently e recently into a state of semi abandonment。 That is； no crop was grown here； but it seemed as though someone was keeping the rougher vegetation cut back； and any case； it wasn't a road。
To the left？ Jimmy flashed the light that way； and couldn't see any road。
To the right？ No。
Okay。 So he'd have to do it differently； go back to the house and start all over； with quick on…oils of the flashlight right from the beginning； so he wouldn't get lost。 Flashlight off； he turned around and headed back the way he'd e。
No house。 After a while he became pretty sure he should have reached the house； and there just wasn't any house。 No thin lines of yellow light at all； not a one。
Oh； the hell with this darkness！ Switching on the flashlight； not putting any fingers over the glass at all； he aimed the beam all around himself； and didn't see a damn thing。
Where was the house？ Where was the road？
It was getting cold out here。 The rain didn't help and the wind didn't help； and even without them it would have been cold。 With them； it was being almost terrifying。
Well； he couldn't just stand here。 If he didn't get to someplace pretty soon； he'd be in big trouble。 He could die of exposure out here； and wouldn't that be a dumb thing to do！
Apparently he'd e farther from the house than he'd thought。 It had to be out in front of him； invisible in the pounding rain。 So the thing to do was keep moving forward。
He moved forward。 His shoes were being heavy with mud； and after a while it became easier to just drag his feet through the puddles rather than try to lift them。
Heavy。 Cold。 Hard to see in this light。 And now the flashlight was starting to dim。
A road。
He didn't believe it。 He almost walked across it and off the other side； except that his sliding foot got caught briefly in one of the ruts。 He looked down to see what the problem was； saw the parallel lines going from left to right； and shone the dimming light off to his right。 A definite road； a farm road； two deep ruts with a grassy lane in the center。
Which way？ He had to have overshot the house somehow； so it would be off to the left there。 The highway would be to the right； so that's the direction he took。
It was easier walking now； on the high grassy mound between the ruts。 He made good time； all things considered； and he just didn't believe it when he saw those yellow lines of light out in the darkness ahead of himself and to the right； just outside the yellow cone from the flashlight。
The house。
He could see the way it went now。 The road didn't go directly to the house； it came in from an angle and swept across in front of it。 His ideas of his location and direction had been wrong at every single stage of the journey。
So the highway was back the other way。 Jimmy turned and shone his feeble light down the road he'd just e along。 He looked back over his shoulder at the house。
He sighed。
19
ALUMINOUS afternoon 'n the black…and…white forest。 The monster； played by Boris Karloff； pauses as he hears the sweet notes of a violin。 His face lights； he lumbers through the woods； following the sound。 He es to a cozy cottage amid the trees； very gingerbread。 Inside； the violin is being played by a blind hermit； who is being played by 0。 P。 Heggie。 The monster approaches； and pounds on the door。
Someone pounded on the door。
〃Eee！〃 Murch's Mom said； and jumped straight up out of her folding chair。 Which folded； and fell over with a slap。
They had all been sitting around the battery…operated small television set they'd brought out to follow the kidnapping news。 There'd been no kidnapping news…apparently the cops were keeping a news blackout on…so now they were watching the late movie。 The three kerosene lamps； the hibachi in the fireplace； and the flickering television screen； all gave some light and less heat。
Someone pounded at the door again。 On the TV screen； the blind hermit opened his door to the monster。
The others had all scrambled to their feet too by now； though without knocking over their chairs。 Harshly Kelp whispered； 〃What do we do？〃
〃They know we're here；〃 Dortmunder said。 〃Let me do the talking。〃 He glanced upstairs； and said； 〃May； if the kid acts up； say something about him having nightmares and go up there and keep him quiet。〃
May nodded。 The pounding sounded at the door for a third time。 Murch's Mom said； 〃I'll go。〃
They all waited。 Dortmunder's hand was near the pocket with his revolver。 Murch's Mom opened the door and said； 〃Well； for God…〃
And the kid walked in。
〃Holy Toledo！〃 Murch said。
Kelp； slapping his hands to his face； yelled； 〃Masks！ Masks！ Don't let him see your faces！〃
Dortmunder didn't believe it。 He stared at the kid； looking as wet and muddy and ragged as a drowned kitten； and then he looked upstairs。 And then he ran upstairs。 He didn't know what he thought； maybe that the kid was twins or something； but he just didn't believe he wasn't in that room。
The door was locked； and Dortmunder fumbled with the key for a few seconds before remembering he had a flashlight in his other pocket…the pocket without the revolve