Thousand: Six Hundred Twenty-Six

of the cabinet. She put it an envelope. The girl draws out the contents of her pants pockets and checks them over. Her blouse, buttoned up to her throat, has no pockets, but she pats herself to make sure no envelope slipped in during the struggle. Not that it was a struggle. A brief capture, followed by an escape. The envelope must still be in the jacket. She glances at the door. Going back in is not something she wants to do. Maybe she can go back later. The room’s occupant probably will forget all about her. If she goes