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Time passes...
Linder gulps down the rest of his drink. "Well, Detective," he says, "I'm
anxious to get on with our business. Let's you and I go to my office so we can
talk undisturbed." He takes you by the arm and leads you through the hallway.
Just south of the entry, he opens a door to the east and leads you through it.
(office)
This is obviously the office of Mr. Linder's company, Pacific Trade Associates.
At the west end of the office, a massive desk of teak and mahogany faces toward
the window. It has no drawers, but the top is covered with piles of letters,
some newspapers, a telephone, and various souvenirs from the Far East.
Behind it is a large ornately-carved chair, like a cruiser escorting a battle
ship. A simple wooden chair, polished smooth by visitors, flanks the desk on the
other side. On the north wall is a lounge, upholstered in green velvet and a bit
lumpy, with a framed wood-block picture hanging over it. On the outside wall,
next to a door and window, stands a grandfather clock, ticking relentlessly. A
file cabinet stands in the corner.
The door to the interior hallway is open.
A cat is sleeping in the corner.
Linder sits down in the carved chair.
It's now 8:13 p.m.
In other places, e.g. when Mr. Phong leads you to the living room, there's a newline before the room description.
In other places, e.g. when Mr. Phong leads you to the living room, there's a newline before the room description.
This is handled by
I-LINDER-TO-OFFICE.