If she still isn't back, okay, we'll go to the police.
My guess is, everything will have sorted itself out long before then, and the three of us will be laughing at the whole silly business.″
″You think so?″ muttered Beppo, suddenly overcome with fatigue.
The day's excitements had been a bit too much for a man of his age.
″Of course,″ Guido assured him. He eased Beppo's boots off and wrapped his sprained ankle in a damp cloth, then helped him on to the camp bed.
″Don't worry,″ he said softly, ″everything's going to be fine.″ But Beppo was already asleep.
Sighing, Guido stretched out on the floor with his jacket under his head in place of a pillow. Sleep eluded him, though.
He couldn't stop thinking about the men in gray, all night long, and for the first time in his happy-go-lucky life he felt frightened.
The Timesaving Bank had launched a full-scale manhunt.
Every agent in the city was instructed by headquarters to drop everything else and concentrate on finding the girl known as Momo.
Every street teemed with gray figures. They lay in wait on rooftops and lurked in sewers, staked out the airport and railway stations,
kept an unobtrusive watch on buses and trams - in short, they were everywhere at once.
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