âIt sure makes you think.â
He became, apparently, lost in the thoughts thus forced upon him. They went up the West Side Highway, swung right at 125th Street, continued up Broadway, turned right again and stopped. The Norths got out, paid and tipped. The wind took them, swept them into wide doors. A young man sitting at a desk marked âInformationâ told them they were wrong. This was the building, yes. But this was not a means of ingress. âThe Dyckman Academic Theater, this is,â the young man said. âTo get to the Extension offices you go out and around. Around to the rightâs shorter. Go in the studentsâ entrance and climb the stairs.â
âThere must be a way through,â Pam said. âItâs cold out there.â
âPassages,â the young man said. âSubterranean. Full of old desks. And, anyway, I canât let you. Against regulations. The regulations say out and around.â
They went out and around. They walked with the wind behind them beside the tall building, which might have been any tall building. âNo ivy,â Pam said, her teeth chattering. They found a wrong door, locked, and then the right one. They went into a corridor and faced a flight of stairs. âEven universities smell like schools,â Pam said. âIt makes you think.â
âItâs a small world,â Jerry assured her.
A stenciled hand pointed up the stairs toward âOffices of University Extension.â They started up. The first flight was only half a flight, ending in a landing, with double doors on the left and corridors leading off on the right. They started across the landing toward the next flight of stairs and stopped halfway, opposite the double doors, which were marked âExit Only.â There was a sound coming from behind the doors; a human sound. It was a voice, it was a wordless moan.
âOh,â Pam said. âNo!â
The moan came again.
âOh,â Pam said. âSomebodyâsââ
Jerry North was already pulling at one of the double doors. It opened toward him. Just inside a man was lying, face down. Beyond him, the seats of an empty theater stretched away, around and down toward a stage. The man moaned again. It was a kind of âoh, oh, oh,â slurred into a single, continuing sound. Pam North held the door and Jerry knelt beside the man. Jerry touched him and then looked at his hands. There was blood on them. âOh,â the man said. âOhohohoh.â Gently, carefully, Jerry turned him a little so they could see his face. The eyes were closed.
It was a familiar face. It was John Leonardâs face. Jerry pulled at his coat, opening it. The shirt was red around the left shoulder. More blood was seeping into the shirt from a wound under it.
The movement seemed to arouse Leonard. His eyes opened slowly and he looked up at Jerry North.
âLie still,â Jerry said. âYouâll be all right. Youâve been hurt.â
âKnife,â Leonard said. âA knife. Wasnât it?â
âI donât know,â Jerry said. âHow do you feel?â
Leonard started to get up.
âNo,â Jerry said. âYouâd better lie still. Weâll get somebody.â
âI feel all right,â Leonard said. âIt justâstings. I remember, now. He had a knifeâwhoever it was had a knife. I wasââ Leonard could look down, now, at the blood on his shirt. He closed his eyes suddenly and let himself slip back onto the floor. âMakes me faint,â he said. âAlways did. Since I was a boy. One of those things, I guess.â
But his voice sounded stronger.
âIâll get somebody,â Pam said. âWhere?â
âThrough the theater,â Leonard said. âThereâll be somebody at the information desk in the lobby. Have him call the Medical Office. Only I donât think itâs anything. Just the blood.â
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