"I mean it."
I said: "All right. Do as you damned please."
I went into my bedroom, slamming the door behind me. But I did not lock it.
I was tired, there was no doubt about that. Even an hour's sleep would be something. I decided not to
bother with the bath, and began to undress. I was removing my shirt when I noticed a tiny pin upon its left
side over my heart. I opened the shirt and looked at the under side. Fastened there was one of the
knotted cords!
I took a step toward the door, mouth open to call Braile. Then I stopped short. I would not show it to
Braile. That would mean endless questioning. And I wanted to sleep.
God! But I wanted to sleep!