A Study in Murder
“He immediately struck his forehead on something hard and unyielding, sending him back down to the supine position. He kept his eyes closed until the dancing stars slowed and then faded. Then he opened them.
It wasn’t darkness that surrounded him, it was total pitch-blackness, a complete absence of light. He raised a hand and his knuckles hit the same solid surface that had braked the upward progress of his head moments previously. He did the same with the other hand. Again, solid. He tapped. Wood.
Gingerly he ran his fingers along the surface and over his head, both hands this time. There was some sort of vertical screen there. And at the sides, too. He shuffled himself down until his feet were pressing against another immovable surface.
By now he was sweating, even though it wasn’t particularly warm. He closed his eyes again, aware that there was a throbbing in his temple from the blow that had felled him.
Who was it who had stepped out in front of him?
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