Edward Hopper Night Windows

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OH, DAMN, he said. And walked into the fire.
‘Um. It’s me, Librarian,’ said Windle, trying to shout through the keyhole.’Windle Poons.’
He tried hammering some more.
‘Why won’t he answer?’
‘Don’t know, ‘ said a voice behind him.
‘Schleppel?’
‘Yes, Mr Poons.’
‘Why are’
‘Oook!’
‘That’s - that’s unfair!’
‘What’s he saying, Mr Poons?’ you behind me?’‘I’ve got to be behind something, Mr Poons. That’s what being a bogeyman is all about.’‘Librarian?’ said Windle, hammering some more.‘Oook.’‘Why won’t you let me in?’‘Oook.’‘But I need to look something up.’‘Oook oook!’‘Well, yes. I am. What’s that got to do with it?
‘He won’t let me in because I’m dead!’
‘That’s typical. That’s the sort of thing Reg Shoe