Korean
Thursday, November 22, 2007
Viking Ship Model Plan
....... I get up. Maeve continues to sleep. Her clothes are scattered around the room. Tripping over her bra. It's white, lacy. Much smaller than Monica steal. I pick it up. My fingers, as if they have their own life, begin to slip in the soft lace around the edges, at the seams. A twinge of excitement in the back me up. But is not the time. Before I have to figure out the meaning of the code. I curled up with the support and hide it inside the minibar, behind two bottles of rum. Collecting Lingerie is becoming an addiction.
....... Before I left, Maeve gently kiss on the cheek.
....... Under reception. I attend a woman in her thirties. It has a very Asian features marked. Black hair in a bun messy and a granny glasses with a pink frame, giving it a casual air. Wears the uniform of the hotel. A suit jacket, dark blue trousers. Mee puts his nameplate Chi. ....... I teach the envelope and its contents. I want to find out who left the message.
....... Women check out, then frowns in an attempt to remember something.
....... - I know this code! "I finally said, with evident satisfaction, as if he had guessed the response of a TV contest. Is the one used in the "London Library" to archive volumes. I worked there one season. It is old, no longer used.
....... I'm speechless. That has to be a joke. How can the receptionist of the hotel, having worked in the library where the book kept covered code is chasing me these last days? No one believe it! Now I just need to offer your help.
....... "My shift is almost over," continued she, "if you want I can accompany you. You can not see any book if you're not a member.
....... joer! Also I guess.
....... accept the offer with a slight nod. And with a smile.
....... "Give me five minutes, I take off my uniform.
....... Suddenly the picture Mee Chi with camouflage pants and military boots takes shape in my head. That would be too!
....... - No, please do not! "I replied anxiously.
....... Mee Chi takes a step backwards. And he looks in silence. Do not know how to interpret my reaction. I, to tide him I bow the Eastern style. And I almost head against the counter. Work, get him smile.
....... In five minutes we are in a taxi to St. James's Square.
....... - Why did not you have wanted me to change the uniform? She asks when seated inside the vehicle.
....... "Why would you wear camouflage trousers and black boots military-answer safely.
....... - camouflage pants? "Black boots? What guy are rarer! I was going to wear a miniskirt. I love miniskirts.
....... joer! We arrived
"The London Library." entered. Mee Chi breaks through with ease among the visitors, stands at the counter and hands the paper with the code responsible for the consultations.
....... librarian study it carefully. Then move your head from side to side.
....... -This code belongs to the "unclassifiable." Sorry, not my thing. I have to call Miss Potter. It alone clarifies down there.
....... - Miss Potter? "Down there? I ask myself.
....... "Yes," answered Mee Chi. Below the main building is the old warehouse. A myriad of corridors, tunnels and rooms. Is no longer used. There are only a few books. Texts unimportant or bad. Miss Potter is the most senior librarian. Was in charge of the store for over thirty years.
....... We sat down to wait.
....... Miss Potter finally materializes before us. It is an old woman, tiny, fragile and slow movements. Look at the sheet with the code, without betraying any emotion, tells us that follow. We crossed two rooms with high ceilings and large windows. Then we turn right and go down a spiral staircase. Finally we went into the old warehouse. The white walls of the upper walls give way to some irregular, a mixture of rock and concrete. Some old lamps provide some clarity.
....... We walk for nearly ten minutes narrow corridors, turning to the left and right every few meters. With horror I realize that I could not return alone. A few drops of sweat appear on my forehead. Finally the old stops running and enters a small room. A dozen books rest on a wooden shelf.
....... - must be here! "Said Miss Potter, with just a trickle of voice. These books are not graded books that did not have to write ever.
....... Then start searching, to check the codes one by one.
....... - Not! Not here! "He says confidently and points to the front room, where there is only an old wooden table. And a metal box on it.
....... - There! "I said grabbing my arm. There is, within of the box.
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