He stepped inside, closed the door, looked around.
The man on night duty was sound asleep.
Bennington coughed once, loudly. The man raised his head and looked sleepily around.
"Are you the only one here?"
"The others come in around nine," the clerk said, yawning, bleary-eyed.
"I see. Did anything come in last night?"
"That stuff." A wave toward a roll of yellow teletype paper.
Bennington stared at the man, continued to stare until the clerk flushed a deep red. Finally the night man straightened in his chair, then stood up. He picked up the roll of paper and came around his desk.
"Sir," he said "this report came in last night. It is a list of the prisoners we can expect to receive today and the probable time of their arrival."
"Thank you," Bennington said, accepting the roll. "I will be in my office if anyone is looking for me."