Lomeli pressed his hand to his heart and bowed his head slightly in apology. “I quite understand. Forgive me.” The Canadian was lying, of course. They both knew it. Lomeli stood aside. Tremblay opened the door. In silence they walked back together along the corridor and at the staircase went their separate ways, the Canadian down to the lobby to resume his conversations, the dean wearily up another flight to his room and his doubts.
