AtomGray
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Benson marches into the room, expecting to finally find someone to question about the house. Instead he finds another empty room with an empty fireplace.
He circles like a prowling cat, looking below the chairs and in the fireplace -- any place that a poor pianist might be hiding.
At last with a frustrated grunt he flips his spear around and jams the butt if it into one of the windows. Amazingly it holds.
Benson looks appalled. Slowly, he says to himself, "What is this place?"
He circles like a prowling cat, looking below the chairs and in the fireplace -- any place that a poor pianist might be hiding.
At last with a frustrated grunt he flips his spear around and jams the butt if it into one of the windows. Amazingly it holds.
Benson looks appalled. Slowly, he says to himself, "What is this place?"