Hugh Hamilton
Hugh, trying not to get too close, gave Grace a quick look down then darted out of the room where Ben was waiting.
"I don't think he's dead," he explained.
"Well that's good," said Ben.
They stooped and plucked their meals from the ground: for Ben a delicious chicken curry and for Hugh a sumptuous beef and rice dish. They strolled off towards their cabin munching merrily while keeping a sharp lookout every few steps. But there was no one around to witness them and they made it safely to the door marked 22, which, without going into detail, was hastily opened. They carefully slipped inside and began to plot their next move.
"I think we should lay low," suggested Ben.
"What? Do nothing?" cried Hugh.
"Not necessarily. Any number of tasks can be accomplished while one is laying low."
"Yes but not important or relevant ones."
"There's no such thing as relevance," mused Ben.
"You just want to lie about and sleep don't you?"
"Yes, now if you'll excuse me," Ben lay back on the bed and shut his eyes.
"Maybe we should kill him so he doesn't talk," said Hugh but Ben, seeing through Hugh's pathetic bluff, didn't stir.
Hugh sighed and followed suite.
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