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Respect for the facts, and a simple moral obligation not to offend the credulity of anyone prepared to<br />
accept as plausible and coherent the difficulties of such an extraordinary exploit, demand immediate<br />
clarification of that last statement: Senhor José did not drop as lightly from the windowsill as a leaf<br />
falling from a bough. On the contrary, he fell very heavily, the way an entire tree would fall, when he<br />
could perfectly easily have lowered himself gradually down from his temporary seat until his feet touched<br />
the ground. <strong>The</strong> fall, given the thud with which he hit the ground and the subsequent succession of painful<br />
collisions, revealed to him, before bis eyes could confirm the fact, that the place he had landed in was<br />
like a prolongation of the porch outside, since both places were used as a storage space for things no<br />
longer needed, although it had probably happened the other way around, this place came first and, only<br />
later, when there was no more room here, did they resort to the porch outside. Senhor José sat there for a<br />
few moments, waiting for his breathing to return to normal and for his arms and legs to stop shaking. <strong>The</strong>n<br />
he turned on the flashlight, being careful to shine it only on the floor in front of him, and he saw that,<br />
between the piled-up furniture on either side, there was a path that led to the door. It troubled him to think<br />
that the door might be locked, in which case he would have to break it down despite having none of the<br />
necessary imple ments and despite the ensuing noise. Outside it was still raining, everyone must be<br />
asleep, but we can't be sure, there are people who sleep so lightly that even the whine of a mosquito is<br />
enough to wake them, then they get up, go to the kitchen for a glass of water, look casually out of the<br />
window and see a black rectangular hole in the wall of the school, and perhaps think, <strong>The</strong>y're awfully<br />
careless at that school, imagine leaving a window open in weather like this, or, If I remember rightly, that<br />
window was closed, it must have been blown open by the wind, no one is going to think there's a thief<br />
inside, besides, they'd be quite wrong, because Senhor José, may we remind you once again, has not come<br />
here to steal. It has just occurred to him that he should close the window so that no one outside will notice<br />
the breakin, but then he has doubts, he wonders if it wouldn't be better to leave it as it is, <strong>The</strong>y'll think it<br />
was the wind or carelessness on the part of some employee, if I close it they'll immediately notice that<br />
there's no glass in it, especially since the glass is opaque, almost white. Convinced that the rest of the<br />
world follows the same deductive paths as he does, he decided to leave the window open and then began<br />
to crawl past the furniture to the door. It wasn't locked. He gave a sigh of relief, from then on, there should<br />
be no further obstacles. Now what he needed was a comfortable chair, or, even better, a sofa, to spend<br />
what remained of the night resting, if his nerves would let him sleep. As an experienced chess player, he<br />
had calculated the moves, indeed, when you're reasonably sure of the immediate objective causes, it's not<br />
that difficult to think through the range of probable and possible effects and their transformation into<br />
causes, all in turn generating effects causes effects and causes effects causes, and so on into infinity, but<br />
we know that Senhor José has no need to go quite that far. To prudent people it will seem foolish for the<br />
clerk to have walked straight into the lion's den, and then, as if that were not audacious enough, to remain<br />
there calmly for what remained of the night and all of tomorrow, with the risk of being caught in flagrante<br />
by someone with far greater deductive powers than his in the matter of open windows. It must be<br />
recognised, however, that it would have been even less sensible to have gone walking from room to room<br />
putting on lights. <strong>The</strong> combination of an open window and a light, when everyone knows that the<br />
legitimate users of a house or a school are absent, is a mental leap that anyone can make, however trusting<br />
they may be, they usually call the police.<br />
Senhor José ached all over, he had skinned his knees, which were possibly bleeding, the discomfort<br />
caused by his trousers rubbing against them could mean nothing else, apart from that, he was soaked to the<br />
skin and dirty from head to foot. He removed his dripping raincoat and thought, If there was an inner room