"Yes, the apartments are on the first and second floors. Leisure spaces are here on the ground floor, as well as the dining room."<br/>The man emerged from behind his counter and stood in a spot of light. He was an immaculately shaven old man with cold eyes and a single scar under his eye. His movements were unmistakebly military.<br/><br/>The bulky man who held Harriet's bags would not move until he got a nod from the stern old manager. When he did, he politely beckoned Harriet up the spiral stairs.<br/><br/>The mansion was opulent with luxury. Stairs were mahogany with rails carved into deliciously abstract shapes, carpets were so thick and soft that one could not hear their footsteps and works of both Chinese and European art were humbly displayed on the walls.<br/><br/>And almost everywhere the courtains tended to be drawn not to let in much light.<br/><br/>Harriet's room was in the middle of the hall. The man opened two locks on a heavy looking door. The apartment contained of a small living room, bedroom and a toilet. Thin, high windows were of course covered with thick courtains. The furniture was european, but there was also a colorfully painted paper screen in the corner, as well as traditional golden good luck coins over the table.<br/><br/>"You will want the keys to both locks?"<br/><br/>The man asked his question with sincere innocence.