no place to hide in the large, square room but under the benches, and no one was doing that. He walked through into the locker room. There were four rows of lockers, all of them unlocked and most of them open. There were two wide shelves stacked with bath towels. There was no Alex: but Swift opened the closed lockers, feeling that he should go through the motions. He knew Alex: Hamilton wasnât hiding in one of them. He was right.
Swift didnât panic. He was too experienced, too intelligent, too rational, too blasé, too tired to panic. He walked with measured tread back to the counter. âHeâs gone,â he announced.
The attendant looked up from his puzzle. âHuh?â
âHeâs gone. The gentleman with the homburg.â
âThatâs silly,â the attendant said, looking annoyed. âHe hasnât come out. He must be in the locker room.â
âI looked. Heâs not.â
âThe massage rooms? Theyâre across the corridor. But theyâre supposed to be locked. The masseuses arenât in yet.â He took a key ring from a drawer in the counter and deserted his puzzle to try the three doors. They were all locked. He opened them. There was no one inside. âFunny,â he said. He went back to his puzzle.
âVes,â Nate called into the button in his lapel, âCan you get over here right away?â
CHAPTER SEVEN
Ves examined the building, then he examined the attendant, then he examined Nate. âOne of the three of you,â he concluded, âis mistakenâor lying.â
âThe building?â Swift asked. âIsnât that an extreme form of personification, to say that a building is either mistaken or lying?â
âOnly in so far as it expresses the wishes of its builder or owner,â Ves explained, settling down on one of the metal benches in the lobby and glaring at the white walls. âFor instance, it could be mistakenly leading us to the conclusion that there is no other exit to the steam room; innocently concealing another behind a crate, or masking it as an air duct. Or, it could be lying to us and have a concealed door.â
âA secret panel?â Swift asked. âI thought that was only a fictional device. Are there any real secret panels?â
âOf course,â Ves said. âThere are hidden doors of all descriptions and for all purposes. There are the priest-holes in England, which were used, I believe, during the time of Cromwell. There are hidden rooms in pioneer houses, so the family could disappear in case of an overwhelming Indian attack. There are the rooms used during the time of the Underground Railroad. There are hidden doors in some executive suites today, which conceal a bathroom, a bedroom, or merely a bar.â
âNo secret panels in here,â the attendant said, displaying an interest in what was happening for the first time. âI checked for that.â
Ves turned to him. âYou did what?â he asked. âWhy should you do anything like that?â
ââCause of the other two,â the attendant explained. âI mean, it seemed like the reasonable explanation at the time.â
Nate stared at him. âThe other two?â He was almost afraid to find out what the attendant meant.
âRight,â the attendant said. âTwo other gentlemen have come through here and never come out. Thatâs just while Iâm on duty. First one came after Iâd been here about a month; that would be about two years ago. This guy dressed like an Italian comes barging in here and rushes through into the steam room. I run after him to give him a ticket and time-stamp him in, and when I come into the room heâs gone. And Iâm no more than maybe two-three seconds behind.â
âGone?â Nate asked.
âWhat do you mean, âlike an Italian?â â Ves demanded.
âWas the room empty?â Nate asked.
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