90.................... 7.................... 7....................
90.................... 7.................... 7....................
90.................... 7.................... 7....................
Freder closed his eyes. But now the numbers were within him. He saw them flame up, sparkle, go out ... flame up, sparkle, go out.
Was that—no ... or yes?
Did not these numbers, some time ago, what seemed to him an immeasurably long period ago, also convey something to him?
99 — — — 90 — — —
Suddenly a voice in his head said:
Ninetieth Block.... Ninetieth Block.... House seven ... seventh floor....
Freder opened his eyes. Over there, on the house just opposite, the numbers jerked up, asked and called....