″Momo!″ He whispered the name at first, then spoke it aloud. ″Momo!″ he repeated. No answer. Beppo swallowed hard, his throat felt so dry.
He climbed through the hole into the pitch-black room, stumbled over something, and wrenched his ankle.
Striking a match with tremulous fingers, he peered in all directions.
The crude little table and chairs were overturned, the blankets and mattress stripped off the bed.
Of Momo herself, there was no sign at all. Beppo bit his lip to stifle the hoarse sob that racked his chest at the sight of this desolation.
″My God,″ he muttered, ″I'm too late. She's gone - they've spirited the poor girl away. What shall I do now? What can I do?
Just then the match began to burn his fingers, so he dropped it and stood there in the dark.
Making his way outside as fast as his twisted ankle would allow,
he hobbled over to his bicycle, struggled back into the saddle and pedalled off again.
″Guido must help,″ he kept repeating, ″- he must! Pray heaven I can find him!″
He knew that Guido planned to earn some extra money by spending Sunday nights in the storeroom of a car breaker's junkyard.
Serviceable parts had been disappearing of late, and it was Guido's job to see that this pilfering ceased.
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