Thirteen Steps Down

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drawer along with such gadgets as
    potatopeelers and bottle openers. He would be sure to have several of
    those.
    Gwendolen poked about in Mix's kitchen, paying particular attention to
    the microwave, whose function was a puzzle to her. Did toast come out of
    it or music? It might even be a very small washing machine. She found
    the scissors exactly where she thought they would be and cut out the
    announcement of his wife's death. Downstairs she would be able to study
    it at leisure with the aid of her magnifying glass.
    She was only just in time. As she was descending the bottom flight he
    let himself in by the front door.
    "Good evening, Mr. Cellini."
    "Hiya," said Mix, thinking about her getting pregnant and going for help
    to Reggie. "How are you doing? All right?"

    When he phoned the spa the girl called Danila told him Madam
    Shoshana agreed to his servicing the machines. Perhap she would like to
    come along some time and bring one of his contracts with him. Mix
    concocted on his computer a contract with Mix Maintenance as its
    headline--he was ratherproud of that--and printed out two copies.
    Instead of being modified by the passage of time, his fear increased as
    the days went by. He had never seen the figure on the stairs again,
    though he fancied sometimes that he heard noises that shouldn't have
    been there, footsteps in the long passage, a curious rustling sound like
    someone taking crushed paper out of bags or stuffing it into them, once a
    strain of music, though that might have come from the street. By night
    he had to screw up his courage in order to let himself in. And those
    stairs he had always hated were worse.
    Reaching St. Blaise House, he forced himself to put his key into the lock
    and enter the hall, the dim light coming on. Try not to think about it, he
    told himself as he began to mount, think about Nerissa and about getting
    fit, the way she'd like you to be--why not get yourself an exercise bike?
    Fiterama will let you have it at cost. Go for walks, lift weights. He was
    always telling clients what marvelous physical benefit they'd get from
    using the machines. Tell yourself, he thought. And try to be glad about
    these stairs. Going up them is good exercise too.
    Like a kind of therapy, this worked until he came to the landing below
    the tiled flight. Feeble light, filtered through tree branches and foliage
    and the grime on the glass, seeped through the Isabella window and
    touched him with spots ofcolor as he walked up. It lay on the top floor
    like a pattern donein smudged chalks and quite still on this windless
    night. Two long black passages stretched away from the landing,
    emptyand silent, all the doors closed. He switched on the light once
    more, staring fearfully down the left-hand passage as the cat appeared
    from out of a door which came open and closed of its own accord. He saw
    its green eyes glinting as it walked in unconcerned fashion toward him,
    hissed as it passed him and made for the stairs.
    Who or what had opened the door? He plunged into his flat, fumbling
    for the lightswitch but at last turning it on. The sudden brightness made
    him let out his breath in a long, relieved sigh. He'd heard of cats learning
    to open doors, though these in the flat had knobs, not handles. It might
    be different out there. Going to look was out of the question. The door in
    question must have a handle, and Otto, who was clever if evil, had
    learned to stand on his hind legs and apply to it the pressure of his clawy
    paw. Who had closed it? Doors close of their own accord, he told himself.
    It happens all the time.
    A cheerful film on television, a not-so-old Hollywood musical, a mug of
    hot chocolate with a drop of whiskey in it, and three Maryland cookies
    finished the job of reassurance. Still, once he started on his fitness
    regimen, all that sort of eating and drinking would have to stop. It was
    warm in the flat but not too hot, 27 degrees. That was the kind of
    temperature he liked. Warmth,

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