What do people do when they get up in the middle of the night?
Look for the chamber pot, for a hearty and satisfying dump; or pour a glass of water to moisten their parched throat? Or go to the balcony, look up at the starry night sky, and ponder the meaning of life and oneself?
Bartlett didn't know. He never got up at night unless it was time for a shift change.
The young man, who got up precisely at midnight, inexplicably went to another bedroom, and Bartlett followed right behind. He first climbed back onto the roof like a gecko, changed the tied position of the magical rope and then slid down along the rope, quietly landing outside the window of the other bedroom.
The heavy curtains in the second bedroom were more tightly closed, with both sides carefully tucked in, leaving no gaps.
Unable to see inside, Bartlett could only press his face and ears against the cold window, eavesdropping on the sounds in the room with his keen perception.
