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Last autumn I spent a week at a big hotel in London, where every room is the same size and has the same furniture, and looks just like every other room．
One night, quite late, I got back to the hotel after a good 1 with some friends．I walked into the lift and 2 the button．When the lift stopped, I got out and walked to what I 3 was my room．When I opened the door I saw an 4 scene．A man pointed a 5 at a woman sitting in an armchair, and the woman was saying in a 6 voice, “Please don't shoot me!” I turned 7 , ran along the corridor(走廊)and 8 the stair－I daren't wait for the lift－and found the night porter in the hall．“Quick．” I cried, “Someone was murdered in my room”．Controlling his 9 he came back with me, but when we opened the door of 311, the room was 10 ．The porter looked at me strangely, said, “I think, sir, you'd better 11 ,” and he left．I thought I must have drunk 12 much．I followed his 13 ．At last, I thought I hadn't heard a gun 14 ．The next morning I made some inquires(咨詢(xún)), and the explanation was really quite 15 ．I went to Room411 on the floor 16 where a famous actor and his wife were studying 17 of a new play．When I told them that it was I who had 18 their room, they laughed and gave me a 19 to see the play on the 20 night．
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