90.................... 7.................... 7....................
90.................... 7.................... 7....................
90.................... 7.................... 7....................
Freder’s eyes caught the numbers.
90.................... 7.................... 7....................
They turned around, they came back again.
90.................... 7.................... 7....................
Thoughts stumbled through his brain.
90— — —? and 7— — —? a second 7——?
What did that mean?... How obtrusive these numbers were.