Actors wanted: experience unnecessary,
salary excellent, life expectancy brief....
[Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from
Infinity July 1957.
Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that
the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]
He awoke in darkness, trembling with the thought of escape.
His hands groped around the floor, trying its solidity. Then he crawled
forward with agonizing slowness until his fingertips found a wall. He
raised himself to his feet, his cheek scraping the cool surface of the
enclosure.
An idea came to him, and he slapped at the pocket of his shirt. His
palm struck the outline of something. Matches!
He lit one, and raised it to the level of his wide, frightened eyes.
He was facing a door, a barricade of steel, without sign of latch or
doorknob. But there was a sign, and he read it in the flicker of the
matchflame. It said: