By Edward Gorey
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The policeman nodded sagely, then leant back on his chair. " I held up my hands. "I spent the whole morning in the restaurant eating breakfast. From six until nine. " I shrugged. I wasn't worried. There was a clear image in my head of the low light coming through the newspapered windows and the sparkling highlights on Mister Duck. The blood had been pretty wet. The policeman sighed. "OK," he said. " Why didn't I mention the map? Because I didn't want to get involved in some foreign police investigation and I didn't want my holiday fucked up.
A map," said Étienne quietly. " Étienne stood up suddenly. "Can I see it? " "Uh, not really," I replied. "But aren't you waiting for…" "My girlfriend? Françoise? She knows the way back to the guesthouse. " He rested a hand lightly on my shoulder. " Surprised by the intimacy of the gesture, my shoulder twitched and the hand dropped. "Yeah, sure," I said. " Mute We didn't talk as we walked down the Khao San Road towards the guest-house. There was no point. Dodging through the hundreds of travellers made it impossible to have a conversation.
There was a scrabbling sound on the wall. For a moment I thought he might be trying to push it over and I had a vision of myself being sandwiched between the Formica board and the bed. Then his head appeared through the mosquito netting, silhouetted, facing me. "Hey," he said. I didn't move. I was sure he couldn't see into my room. "Hey. I know you're listening. In there. " He lifted up a finger and gave the netting an exploratory poke. It popped away from where it was stapled to the Formica. His hand stuck through.
Amphigorey Too by Edward Gorey