He sits, and stares, and smiles.
“Oh look,” he says, “they came in the front way.”
This is something of a surprise to Mr Ruislip. He has come to assume that anyone foolish enough to take him on will try to do so through as furtive a means as possible, in the naive hope that this will prolong their life expectancy by a few minutes. Observing a gaggle of mystically challenged individuals getting into a lift in Reception, he feels his surprise is perhaps good. This particular emotion is one he always finds interesting.
“Let them come in,” he says. “Let’s see how far they get.”