Minute 010: Not What I Expected

Locked in the Townsend Library, Thornhill examines the room for clues on his abduction. He picks up a mailing tube from a desk near the room’s large window. There’s a mailing label. It says:MR. LESTER TOWNSEND 169BAYWOOD, GLEN COVE, N.Y.20 3690 5821 X CHe puts the mailing tube down on the desk and looks out the window. Licht is talking to a tall, thin man who is holding a croquet mallet. Whatever Licht says to the man has the two of them scurrying out of the back yard. Phillip Vandamn opens the library door and steps inside. He closes the door behind him.“Good evening,” says Vandamn. Thornhill says nothing, but regards him curiously. Vandamn returns the gaze, and the two men slowly circle the desk. Vandamn closes the curtain across the window, plunging the room into darkness. He turns on a table lamp. “Not what I expected,” says Vandamn. “A little taller.”