The Lonely Skier

by Innes Hammond

'Don't worry,' I said. 'I'll get through to someone.'

'Good!' he said. And within a few minutes he was asleep. He was like that — always able to sleep when he wanted to.

It must have been about half an hour later that Joe and Mayne came up together. They sounded talkative and drunk. Their footsteps stopped at the head of the stairs by Mayne's door. It was Mayne who was talking and the touch of Irish brogue in his speech was more pronounced than usual. At length they wished each other good-night. Mayne's door closed. Joe's footsteps wavered along the corridor. He went into his room and I heard him sit down on his bed with a grunt. He remained there for some time. At length he began to move about again. Then the springs of the bed creaked. He grunted for a moment as he settled himself and then began to snore. I glanced at my watch. It was just after midnight.

I got up then and, unlocking the door, opened it a fraction. The naked electric light bulb burned in the corridor. The stairs were a dark pit. All was very silent.

I closed the door and sat down in my chair again. I began to feel sleepy. I kept on glancing at my watch. The minutes ticked by incredibly slowly.

But at last the half-hour was up and I woke Engles. He looked at his watch and was wide awake in the instant. 'Thanks,' he said and put on his windbreaker and gloves. Then he opened the little casement window and, supporting himself on a chair, began to wriggle through, feet first. When all but his head and shoulders were through and he was supporting himself on his elbows he said, 'Stick by the telephone at Tre Croci, will you, Neil. I'll ring you there as soon as I get into Cortina.'

'I will,' I said.'Good luck!'

He nodded and dropped from sight.

I looked out of the window then and saw him sprawled in a drift of snow. He got to his feet and waded through the snow to one of the tables. He felt about in the snow and pulled out the pick he had dropped. He looked up then and raised his hand. His face looked white and set in the moonlight. He crossed the belvedere and disappeared from sight round the back of the hut.

I set my door ajar and looked down the length of the corridor. And at that moment Aldo popped his head out of Valdini's old room. It shone baldly in the naked light. He looked like a clown as he peered quickly left and right along the corridor. Then he slipped out and vanished into the black void of the staircase on stockinged feet.