The Ministry of Fear (2007)
“A table and three chairs: there was never anything else, and the chairs were hard and upright. The man opened one door – but there seemed no reason why he should not have opened any of the others – and said, ‘Wait here, sir.’ It was early in the morning; the steel rim of the window enclosed a grey cold sky. The last stars had only just gone out. He sat with his hands between his knees in a dull tired patience; he wasn’t important, he hadn’t become an explorer; he was just a criminal. The effect of reaching this place had exhausted him; he couldn’t even remember with any clearness what he had done – only the long walk through the dark countryside to the station, trembling when the cows coughed behind the hedgerows and an owl shrieked, pacing up and down upon the platform till the train came, the smell of grass and steam. The collector had wanted his ticket and he had none nor had he any money to pay with. He knew his name or thought he knew his name, but he had no address to give.
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