When the old keeper forgot one latch, the 400-pound silverback reached through the steel

empty keeper corridor and thinned there.

No one answered. No one could.

Winston waited with his hands on the mesh for several minutes. Then, slowly, he lowered them. He looked once toward the staff door, not dramatically, not like an actor in a scene, only like an animal checking a place that had mattered. After that he turned and walked back toward continue reading …