16 November 2021
Tuesday. I have been making enquiries about the tunnel.
Every crew, it turns out, arrives the same way: weeks of digging, a great deal of dirt, and then a ceiling that gives up on them the moment they are inside. Nobody has ever seen them crawl, though. Not once. They simply appear in my vault, standing up, brushing off their sleeves as if they had come in on a tram.
I asked the gamesmasters where the crawling happens. They said it does not. There is no crawling in my vault, no squeezing, no wriggling and no little doors. The tunnel is a story, they said, and the story ends at the cave-in. Everybody walks about upright, like customers.
This is excellent news for anybody who dislikes small spaces, and very poor news for my theory that robbers are basically moles.
Clive has suggested we put up a sign saying No Tunnelling. I have asked him where. He is thinking about it.
— The Manager
