Behind the counter at Pruitt's. The urn he carried upstairs every Tuesday for twenty-two years is not in shot. The mug is his.
Walt lent them the room because Ada asked and because it was empty on Tuesdays. He sat through every meeting for twenty-two years, made the coffee, and never reported a sighting of any kind.
His wife Margery answered the Institute's post for thirteen years and never once came upstairs.
Asked in 1968 why he stayed, he said: "Because they're not lying, and somebody ought to be in the room who hasn't got a stake in it."
The Institute's rule that an account is recorded exactly as given, never corrected and never improved, is his.
