He said this gasping, as if it was his last breath. The footsteps of the grey-faced old man on the veranda sounded like the buzzing of a saw. And for him and his wife, the old man s appearance was the appearance of death itself. The voice was silky smooth. The old man walked to and fro, looking carefully at every corner of the house, nodding.
Business is business.
Take a seat while I finish with this. This is not the end. A good chess player should know how to check the double mate of the rival. I have one way out. He was excited more by curiosity than by any hope to escape his suffering.