I did not run. Running makes noise, and noise gets people killed.I stepped off the path, slid behind a rosebush, and listened. The thought had come from somewhere on my left, low and hurried, and it was already moving away from me. I counted my steps the way I counted numbers at work. Fifteen steps was my limit. If I stayed right at the edge, I could follow without being seen.I need to stay on the left path and keep low, away from the lamps, and get to the gatehouse before anyone sees me.It was a man's voice, tight with nerves. I crept along the hedge, one step at a time, until I saw a dark shape slip around the corner of the garden wall. He wore a black suit. When he passed under a far lamp, I saw his face.The guard from the gate. The one with the polite smile.I followed him past the rose beds and the old fountain until he reached the little stone gatehouse by the front wall. He stepped inside and shut the door. The window glowed yellow. I crouched in the dark beside it,
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