Signal

Part Three

“Yeh! come in!”

Dipak gingerly opened the door of his tutors study and stepped in. The stuffy little office was rather more like a stationery cupboard. Both walls were lined with floor-to-ceiling bookshelves filled rather haphazardly with books and papers and a small dirty window in the back wall that let in a diffused light. More books and sheaves of papers were stacked up untidily on the floor and even a few on the…