There’s a lot of junk in there right now that I need to take to the dump but we have no truck." A few minutes later we were seated in the kitchen dr...nking coffee. Billy Bob, as I suspected he would, drank his coffee black, no sugar. "Well, Billy Bob, did you like what you saw?" I sure did, Cathy. Can I move in this afternoon?" "Sure. Here’s a set of keys to the house and garage. There isn’t a lock on your bedroom door but you put one on if you like. I need the first months rent from you now. I. I’m so used to it now days…I’m not really all that surprised. ‘Still don’t make it right.’ He finishes my thoughts. ‘You’ve got a bad habit of that.’ I laugh. ‘What- finishing your thoughts and sentences?’ He asks with a smirk turning his head, just then lightning flashes and i can see it in his blue eyes as well. It makes me stop and have to catch my breath. ‘What?’ He asks almost in a whisper. ‘Nothing…um…watch the storm…thanks for the company.’ I get up, closing the blanket tightly around. He spotted a bowl of shredded wheat on thetable. He found a pitcher of milk in the fridge and, after pouring someand eating most of the cereal, he did feel more like himself. So hecontinued exploring the mazelike interior. Passing down a long hallway,he found a bedroom. There was a beautiful quilt on the bed and it lookedso inviting that he crawled under the welcoming cover just to rest for afew moments.Paul must have dozed off because suddenly he heard male voices. One wascomplaining. " Name it, sir, I beg." You are the inspector of prisons?" I have been so these fourteen years." You keep the registers of entries and departures?" I do." To these registers there are added notes relative to the prisoners?" There are special reports on every prisoner." Well, sir, I was educated at home by a poor devil of an abbe, who disappeared suddenly. I have since learned that he was confined in the Chateau d'If, and I should like to learn some particulars of his death." What was his name?".