'I don't know,' Adam said. Let' find him first.
IN Marta's village a policeman stood at the door of her house.
'WE looked all through the house, and the hr's nobody in there,' he said. 'Only Marta, the old woman. And she's not talking.'
Felix, Adam and the policeman went into the house.
'Hello!' Marta said. 'More policeman? What an exciting day!'
'Listen to the Inspector,' Adam said angrily. 'He wants to ask you some questions.'
Felix sat down and smiled at Marta. 'Now, Marta,' he said 'Somebody saw a young man in your house yesterday. Who was he, Marta, and there did he go?'
He was my sister's youngest son, Marta said happily.
He's a very nice boy.
The policeman whispered in Felix's ear. Felix looked sadly at Marta. Your sister and all her family live in Australia, Marta. Who was the man in your house?
Oh dear! MARTA said. I'm an old woman, you know. Seventy-two last month. I forget things very easily. In Australia, did you say?
Felix asked question after question, but Marta told him nothing. Sometimes the young man in her house was her sister's son. Sometimes he was the young doctor from the next village, but he was never Alex Dinon, the President's murderer. Adam got very angry and whispered to Felix:
Can I ask the questions?
No, Felix said. He did not like Adam's questions.