I rose, leaving my full glass on the table, paid my bill, and followed him. He walked quickly, just like me. I liked his choice of clothing, the narrowness of his hips, and the beauty of his shoulders. I didn't want to lose him. A street or two away from here, he entered the hallway of a building and disappeared. When I arrived and then pushed open the heavy door, he had already entered one of the apartments, but which apartment, I wonder? There was no sound in the stairwell, and the elevator was still motionless on the ground floor. How was I to know? I went up quietly and without a sound. A carpet covered the steps. It was a three-story bourgeois building, with two doors on each landing, and brass plates on most of the doors. Silence reigned in some apartments, while others emitted sounds, noise, or a telephone ringing. I soon went down, fearing that I would be caught suddenly standing motionless like that, looking, examining, and eavesdropping...