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           OutsideIkeptawayfromthestation,wherethereweremilitarypolice,andpickedupacabattheedgeofthelittlepark.Igavethedrivertheaddressofthehospital.AtthehospitalIwenttotheporter’slodge.Hiswifeembracedme.Heshookmyhand.

           "Youareback.Youaresafe."

           "Yes."

           "Haveyouhadbreakfast?"

           "Yes."

           "Howareyou,Tenente?Howareyou?"thewifeasked.

           "Fine."

           "Won’tyouhavebreakfastwithus?"

           "No,thankyou.TellmeisMissBarkleyhereatthehospitalnow?"

           "MissBarkley?"

           "TheEnglishladynurse."

           "Hisgirl,"thewifesaid.Shepattedmyarmandsmiled.

           "No,"theportersaid."Sheisaway."

           Myheartwentdown."Youaresure?ImeanthetallblondeEnglishyounglady."

           "Iamsure.SheisgonetoStresa."

           "Whendidshego?"

           "ShewenttwodaysagowiththeotherladyEnglish."

           "Good,"Isaid."Iwishyoutodosomethingforme.Donottellanyoneyouhaveseenme.Itisveryimportant."

           "Iwon’ttellanyone,"theportersaid.Igavehimaten-liranote.Hepusheditaway.

           "IpromiseyouIwilltellnoone,"hesaid."Idon’twantanymoney."

           "Whatcanwedoforyou,SignorTenente?"hiswifeasked.

           "Onlythat,"Isaid.

           "Wearedumb,"theportersaid."YouwillletmeknowanythingIcando?"

           "Yes,"Isaid."Good-by.Iwillseeyouagain."

           Theystoodinthedoor,lookingafterme.

           IgotintothecabandgavethedrivertheaddressofSimmons,oneofthemenIknewwhowasstudyingsinging.