excerpt | the third policeman
"..then I saw that there was a small window set deeply in the left wall and that a cold breeze was blowing in through a gaping hole in the lower pane. I walked over and looked out. the lamplight was shining dimly on the foliage of the same tree and I knew that I was standing, not in mathers' house, but inside the walls of it."
o'brien, f. (1939-40) the third policeman