One night I decided to follow him and put an end to the charade.
'I trailed him to the old workshop of Velo-Granell Industries, next to the Borne Market. Mijail had gone there alone. I had to creep in through a tiny window in an alleyway. The inside of the factory looked to me like the scene of a nightmare. Hundreds of feet, hands, arms, legs and glass eyes were scattered about the premises . . . replacement parts for a broken and miserable humanity. I walked through the plant until I came to a large dark room where shapeless figures were visible floating inside enormous glass tanks. In the middle of the room, in the half-light, Mijail was staring at me from a chair, smoking a cigar.
"You shouldn't have followed me," he said. There was no anger in his voice.

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