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IT was Sunday morning. Graeber was standing in Hakenstrasse. He noticed there had been a change in the appearance of the ruins. The bathtub had disappeared; so had the remnant of the staircase, and a narrow path had been shoveled out leading around the wall into the courtyard and from there obliquely into what was left of the house. It looked as though a clean-up troop had started to work.
He squeezed through the cleared entrance and came into a half buried room which he recognized as the former laundry of the house. From there a low, dark passage led further. He struck a match and let the light fall ahead of him.