Pendelum

go up the spiral staircase by the pendulum.
The clock in machine has given a plus of nearly fifty hours, that is a surprise. Might just as well turn around and go home.
The spiral staircase winds it's way around the entrance hall, past a curved wall of glass bricks. The pendulum is in the centre, slowly swinging over a dial on the floor. There is a magnet hidden under this dial which gives the pendulum the impulse that it needs to swing on for ever.
The spiral staircase winds at least one hundred and eighty degrees, enough to make a height differance of one floor of the small building. The pendulum  swings back and forth unchanging, the earth rotates beneath it.

Walk down the corridor, really a long rectangular tube between the two buildings, the old physics department and the newer building. There are round portholes in the wall of the corridor, permitting a view onto the waste bins and the gas storage facility.


It is seven in the morning, take a left at the end of the corridor, walk a short distance down the passage, take the third door on the left.

The office.

Start the computer.
Look and see.


Then, outside the window, a huge white dumpster, two men in dayglo green overalls start to collect the rubbish.
It is Friday.

A young friend working here has had a heart attack.
A fit young man, a wild cyclist.
There is no fairness in the world, who would have known it?