THIS WAY TO THE EGRESS
BY ANDREW FETLER
He heard children's voices, but there couldn't
be any children—not in that terrible place!
[Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from
Worlds of If Science Fiction, January 1963.
Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that
the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]
"In the middle of the night," the man said to the landlady over a soft-boiled egg and a slice of toast. "Right under my window." He leaned forward. "You know how children talk to themselves?"
"Was it the same voice you heard the first two nights?" Mrs. Tilton asked.
"I'm not sure now about the first night. Might have been another voice that first night."
"And now it was a child?"