was walking along one of the corridors that separated his office from the main stairway-he was nearly the last one to leave for home that evening, there remained only a couple of workers in the light of a single bulb in the dispatch department-when he heard a sigh from behind a door which he had himself never opened but which he had always thought just led into a junk room.
bere bulegoa eskailera nagusitik bereizten zuen pasilotik-egun hartan ia azkena zen etxeratzen, beste bi morroiek bakarrik jarraitzen zuten bidalketa lanetan lanpara elektriko baten argigune motelaren inguruan-, eta hara non antsi hots bat aditu zuen, bere ustez trastegia gordetzen zuen ate baten bestaldean, inoiz barrua ikusi ez bazuen ere.