It stood by his looking-glass on the table.

Now the room was so pitch dark that Wogan could do no more than guess at the position even of the window.

The table, he remembered, was not far from the door, and the door was at some distance from his bed, and in the wall on his right.

He moved forward in the darkness with his hands in front of him, groping for the table.

The room was large; in a little his hands touched something, and that something was a pillar of the bed.