It was midnight.the Englishman's flat,the four men were sitting on uncomfortable chairs,in silence.And in the buiding everting was silent too.The men were too tired to speak,so they sat there,with their own thoughts.Theirfaces were white in the darkness.To Carabiniere Bacci,the others seemed calm and unworried.Was he the only one who was frightened?he wondered.He hoped desperately the wait wound not be too munch longer.