Curiously enough he filled me with a certain confidence.
'I do not think you will cut my throat,' I said to myself.

'Your game is too big for common murder.' The store at Umvelos' stood as I had left it.

There was the sjambok I had forgotten still lying on the window sill.

I unlocked the door, and a stifling smell of new paint came out to meet me.

Inside there was nothing but the chairs and benches, and in a corner the pots and pans I had left against my next visit.