He straightened up, eyes wide. For a moment Geoffrey Alliburton was not sure who the old man at the door was, and this was not entirely because the bell had awakened him from a deepening doze.
Then, slowly, she began to come back. One was suspending something (the typewriter came immediately to mind) over the door so she would be killed or knocked unconscious when she came in. He remembered the caption below the picture of Annie in her detainment cell, the picture taken in the caesura between the end of the trial and the return of the jury. Something had happened when he was asleep, someone had come, or perhaps Annie had had a change of heart or mind.
except what surprised them wouldnt surprise her, and that gave her an outside chance, anyway. Then he smiled a little.
That poor woman who scraped the ends of her fingers off — " She shook her head and repeated: "Its not, like any of the other Misery books. Only he was to have bashed her brains in with the fucking typewriter instead of hitting her in the back with it.