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'Then what do you use your Number 13 for?' said Anderson, conscious as he said the words of a curious anxiety quite disproportionate to the importance of the question.

'My Number 13? Why, don't I tell you that there isn't such a thing in the house? I thought you might have noticed that. If there was it would be next door to your own room.'

'Well, yes; only I happened to think--that is, I fancied last night that I had seen a door numbered thirteen in that passage; and, really, I am almost certain I must have been right, for I saw it the night before as well.'

Of course, Herr Kristensen laughed this notion to scorn, as Anderson had expected, and emphasized with much iteration the fact that no Number 13 existed or had existed before him in that hotel.

Anderson was in some ways relieved by his certainty, but still puzzled, and he began to think that the best way to make sure whether he had indeed been subject to an illusion or not was to invite the landlord to his room to smoke a cigar later on in the evening. Some photographs of English towns which he had with him formed a sufficiently good excuse.

Herr Kristensen was flattered by the invitation, and most willingly accepted it. At about ten o'clock he was to make his appearance, but before that Anderson had some letters to write, and retired for the purpose of writing them. He almost blushed to himself at confessing it, but he could not deny that it was the fact that he was becoming quite nervous about the question of the existence of Number 13; so much so that he approached his room by way of Number 11, in order that he might not be obliged to pass the door, or the place where the door ought to be. He looked quickly and suspiciously about the room when he entered it, but there was nothing, beyond that indefinable air of being smaller than usual, to warrant any misgivings. There was no question of the presence or absence of his portmanteau tonight. He had himself emptied it of its contents and lodged it under his bed. With a certain effort he dismissed the thought of Number 13 from his mind, and sat down to his writing.

His neighbours were quiet enough. Occasionally a door opened in the passage and a pair of boots was thrown out, or a bagman walked past humming to himself, and outside, from time to time, a cart thundered over the atrocious cobble-stones, or a quick step hurried along the flags.

Anderson finished his letters, ordered in whisky and soda, and then went to the window and studied the dead wall opposite and the shadows upon it.

Hasil (Bahasa Indonesia) 2:

"Lalu apa yang Anda gunakan Nomor 13 untuk Anda? ' kata Anderson, sadar saat ia mengucapkan kata-kata dari kecemasan penasaran cukup proporsional terhadap pentingnya pertanyaan. 'Jumlah saya 13? Mengapa, tidak saya memberitahu Anda bahwa tidak ada hal seperti itu di rumah? Saya pikir Anda mungkin telah memperhatikan bahwa. Jika ada akan bersebelahan dengan kamar Anda sendiri '. "Well, ya; hanya saya kebetulan berpikir - yaitu, saya naksir semalam bahwa saya telah melihat pintu nomor tiga belas di bagian itu; dan, benar-benar, saya hampir pasti aku pasti benar, karena aku melihatnya malam sebelum juga. " Tentu saja, Herr Kristensen tertawa gagasan ini untuk menghina, seperti Anderson yang diharapkan, dan menekankan dengan banyak iterasi fakta bahwa tidak ada Nomor 13 ada atau telah ada di hadapannya di hotel itu. Anderson dalam beberapa hal lega dengan kepastian, tapi masih bingung, dan ia mulai berpikir bahwa cara terbaik untuk memastikan apakah dia memang telah tunduk pada ilusi atau tidak adalah mengundang pemilik ke kamarnya untuk merokok cerutu nanti di malam hari. Beberapa foto-foto kota Inggris yang ia bersamanya membentuk alasan yang cukup baik. Herr Kristensen tersanjung dengan undangan, dan yang paling rela menerimanya. Pada sekitar 10:00 ia membuat penampilannya, tapi sebelum itu Anderson memiliki beberapa surat menulis, dan pensiun untuk tujuan menulis mereka. Dia hampir tersipu dirinya sendiri di mengakuinya, tapi ia tidak bisa menyangkal bahwa itu adalah fakta bahwa ia menjadi sangat gugup tentang pertanyaan tentang keberadaan Nomor 13; begitu banyak sehingga dia mendekati kamarnya dengan cara Nomor 11, agar ia tidak mungkin diwajibkan untuk melewati pintu, atau tempat di mana pintu seharusnya. Dia tampak cepat dan curiga tentang ruang ketika ia masuk, tapi tidak ada, di luar itu udara yang tak dapat dijelaskan menjadi lebih kecil dari biasanya, untuk menjamin setiap was-was. Tidak ada pertanyaan tentang ada atau tidaknya portmanteau malam itu. Dia sendiri telah dikosongkan isinya dan mengajukan di bawah tempat tidurnya. Dengan upaya tertentu ia menepis pemikiran Nomor 13 dari pikirannya, dan duduk tulisannya. tetangganya yang cukup tenang. Kadang-kadang pintu dibuka di bagian dan sepasang sepatu bot diusir, atau kurir yang berjalan melewati bersenandung sendiri, dan di luar, dari waktu ke waktu, gerobak bergemuruh di atas cobble-batu mengerikan, atau langkah cepat bergegas sepanjang bendera. Anderson selesai surat-suratnya, memerintahkan dalam wiski dan soda, dan kemudian pergi ke jendela dan mempelajari mati dinding yang berlawanan dan bayangan di atasnya.