“There you are, Pollyanna,” he retorted. “That file doesn’t look so good after all.”
“Just so it suits Jacobs; that’s all that concerns me,” said Bob, sitting down again.
Tully picked up his topcoat to leave.
“Well, anyway I don’t envy you staying on here alone tonight. This place is giving me the creeps.”
After Tully had departed, Bob was able to concentrate fully on his own work. A clock boomed out again, but he was too preoccupied to count the number of strokes. For all he knew it might have been ten o’clock, or perhaps even eleven.
A sharp knock at the door disturbed Bob.
“Who is it?” he demanded.
“Guard. Just checking up. How long are you going to be here?”
It was the first time in many nights of overtime work that a guard had ever checked up, but Bob decided that it might be a new rule placed in effect without his knowledge.
“Half an hour at least,” he replied.