EIGHT: THE DEMONSTRATION
Late that afternoon, Guido and Beppo turned up.
They found Momo sitting in the shade of a wall, still rather pale and upset, so they sat down beside her and anxiously inquired what the matter was.
Momo began to tell them what had happened, haltingly at first,
but she ended by repeating her entire conversation with the man in gray, word for word.
Old Beppo watched her gravely and intently throughout, the furrows in his wrinkled brow growing deeper by the minute.
He said nothing, even when she had finished. Guido, by contrast, listened to her with mounting excitement.
His eyes began to shine as they so often did when he himself was telling a story and got carried away. He gripped Momo by the shoulder.
“Well,” he said, “this is our big moment. You've discovered something no one else knew. Now we can rescue everyone from their clutches -”
not just our friends but the whole city! It's up to the three of us - you, me and Beppo!” He jumped up and stood there with his arms outflung.
In his mind's eye he could see a vast crowd of people hailing him as their saviour.
“Yes,” said Momo, looking rather baffled, “but how?” “What do you mean, 'how'?” Guido demanded irritably.
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