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 He slammed the door on Doris and threw over the bolt. Without another word to me, but guiding me by punches of his automatic against my side, he herded me into another closet, equipped with a heavy door. Here I was alone.

Standing alone in the dark, I wondered why they put me in with Doris, first; and I wondered now that it was too late to ask her again, exactly what "the glass room" was. Then my two perplexities partly answered each other.

She, having been caught doing a "double cross" on her crowd, knew what was going to happen to her; and they put me with her so she would tell me and so, while I waited, I would have the benefit of my own anticipations of the "glass room."

Suggestive sort of name, wasn't it?

I stood in that closet, or sat on the floor, for three hours. It turned out to be not yet nine when the normals removed me. Of course it seemed several times longer; many more than three hours' thoughts went through my head.

"Ready for the 'glass room' now?" one of the normals said to me.

I said something in the manner of "Go ahead."

"Come along then," he said; and prodded