down and down and down and down to- cthe hallway , crouched in the hallway , and he had made a wrong turn , trying to get back to the stairs he had made a wrong turn and now and now- che saw he was in the short dead-end corridor that led only to the presidential suite and the booming sound was coming closer , the roque mallet whistling savagely through the air , the head of it embedding itself into the wall , cutting the silk paper , letting out small puffs of plaster dust .