... that little writing table Paced back and forth in that narrow space Waiting to meet their fate Swallowing hard, I glanced at my brother I could see that he was just as horrified as I was “We have ... pressed against the curtained, glass door As the caped man drew near, his features came into view His eyes were dark and cold His mouth was locked in a menacing snarl He raised his palm to Eddie ... long tables People reached in and pulled out what they wanted They ate noisily, talking loudly, laughing and singing, taking long drinks from metal wine cups, slapping the cups on the tabletop and...