"I need my information to get to work. Glottwitz at the Elizabetheum Institute always said, 'Come prepared'."
"You're a fool. A swine. An etcetera."
"Just tell me, for tomorrow, which pile do I work on?"
"Which? Which? Which? There's only one."
"But how do I find it? I've got to go on duty before you wake up and I can't ask you then."
Hundeshausen cursed him. Dugan repeated the question: "How do I find it?"
Hundeshausen got up and with automatic sleeper's movements he lifted his pillow, took out a key, crossed to the table, unlocked a drawer, and mussed up the papers with his hand. "There it is," he said, "all of it." He smiled knowingly. "Even the Kuznets Syllabus with the deleted section 204."
"What about it?" asked Dugan, pinching the man's shoulder.
"They used his method after they liquidated him, so they had to suppress his manual. People like you can't look at it."
Dugan, turning papers, came to a printed map. In large letters across the top, where a title might have been, there was the instruction in Russian and German: "EACH COPY NUMBERED. RETURN THIS COPY BEFORE LEAVING YOUR TUNNEL." The map was correct, he knew.