The Captain turned to the others. Cesarini will hear that news very soon he said.
Cesarini eh? Said the Chief in spector thoughtfully. The antique-dealer on the first floor. And you think he’s stupid enough to come down here? Perhaps. He’ll see that there’s no one here. And he’ll want to know what we’ve been doing …? Just then Carabiniere Bacci appeared at the door .His face was red with excitement and with running up and down the stairs.
Yes ,sir,’ he breathed . The little girl switched on her light!’
Then that was why they left, the Captain said . The light frightened them. The telephone rang, and the Captain picked it up. Yes, he said . I think the dealer may come here to the flat tonight. We’ll go out and eat, and then we’ll lock ourselves in here and wait. The dealer’s probably in the building, but there may be two others. If you see them running out, send your men after them. But be careful. They may have guns.’ He put down the telephone. They ate quickly in the little restaurant where the English man used to eat. Then they went back to wait in the cold flat. As they sat silently in the dark bedroom, the Captain’s hand went to his gun.
Meanwhile, the Marshal was asleep in his darkened
bedroom,but it was not a peaceful sleep. He dreamed that he was trying to get home for Christmas, but he couldn't get on a train. They were all too full,or they didn't stop.
sometimes he felt that cipolla,the little cleaner, was near him,in his black cotton overall which was too small for him. why is he with me? the marshal thought in his dream.
where is he going?I must ask him. and then he heard himself ask stupidly, 'where's your cleaning brush?
but the little man answered a different question. 'To the funeral,he said.
the marshal's head burned with fever. but whose funeral?he thought. His wife's? Or the Englishman's?
'I can't come with you,'the Marshal cried. 'I have to go home, you see. it's Christmas.
The Captain turned to the others. Cesarini will hear that news very soon he said.Cesarini eh? Said the Chief in spector thoughtfully. The antique-dealer on the first floor. And you think he’s stupid enough to come down here? Perhaps. He’ll see that there’s no one here. And he’ll want to know what we’ve been doing …? Just then Carabiniere Bacci appeared at the door .His face was red with excitement and with running up and down the stairs. Yes ,sir,’ he breathed . The little girl switched on her light!’Then that was why they left, the Captain said . The light frightened them. The telephone rang, and the Captain picked it up. Yes, he said . I think the dealer may come here to the flat tonight. We’ll go out and eat, and then we’ll lock ourselves in here and wait. The dealer’s probably in the building, but there may be two others. If you see them running out, send your men after them. But be careful. They may have guns.’ He put down the telephone. They ate quickly in the little restaurant where the English man used to eat. Then they went back to wait in the cold flat. As they sat silently in the dark bedroom, the Captain’s hand went to his gun.Meanwhile, the Marshal was asleep in his darkenedbedroom,but it was not a peaceful sleep. He dreamed that he was trying to get home for Christmas, but he couldn't get on a train. They were all too full,or they didn't stop.sometimes he felt that cipolla,the little cleaner, was near him,in his black cotton overall which was too small for him. why is he with me? the marshal thought in his dream.where is he going?I must ask him. and then he heard himself ask stupidly, 'where's your cleaning brush?but the little man answered a different question. 'To the funeral,he said.the marshal's head burned with fever. but whose funeral?he thought. His wife's? Or the Englishman's?'I can't come with you,'the Marshal cried. 'I have to go home, you see. it's Christmas.
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The Captain turned to the others. Cesarini will hear that news very soon he said.
Cesarini eh? Said the Chief in spector thoughtfully. The antique-dealer on the first floor. And you think he’s stupid enough to come down here? Perhaps. He’ll see that there’s no one here. And he’ll want to know what we’ve been doing …? Just then Carabiniere Bacci appeared at the door .His face was red with excitement and with running up and down the stairs.
Yes ,sir,’ he breathed . The little girl switched on her light!’
Then that was why they left, the Captain said . The light frightened them. The telephone rang, and the Captain picked it up. Yes, he said . I think the dealer may come here to the flat tonight. We’ll go out and eat, and then we’ll lock ourselves in here and wait. The dealer’s probably in the building, but there may be two others. If you see them running out, send your men after them. But be careful. They may have guns.’ He put down the telephone. They ate quickly in the little restaurant where the English man used to eat. Then they went back to wait in the cold flat. As they sat silently in the dark bedroom, the Captain’s hand went to his gun.
Meanwhile, the Marshal was asleep in his darkened
bedroom,but it was not a peaceful sleep. He dreamed that he was trying to get home for Christmas, but he couldn't get on a train. They were all too full,or they didn't stop.
sometimes he felt that cipolla,the little cleaner, was near him,in his black cotton overall which was too small for him. why is he with me? the marshal thought in his dream.
where is he going?I must ask him. and then he heard himself ask stupidly, 'where's your cleaning brush?
but the little man answered a different question. 'To the funeral,he said.
the marshal's head burned with fever. but whose funeral?he thought. His wife's? Or the Englishman's?
'I can't come with you,'the Marshal cried. 'I have to go home, you see. it's Christmas.
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