And still he continued to race by car or plane from one engagement to the next,
accompanied everywhere by the secretaries to whom he never stopped dictating old stories in new guises.
″Amazingly inventive″ was the newspapers' pet description of him. Guido the dreamer had, in fact, become Girolamo the hoaxer.
Beppo Roadsweeper presented the men in gray with a far harder nut to crack.
Ever since the night of Momo's disappearance, and whenever his work permitted, he had gone to the amphitheater and sat there waiting.
At last, when his mounting concern and anxiety became too much to bear, he resolved to override Guido's objections,
reasonable though they were, and go to the police. ″What if they do put her back in one of those homes with bars over the windows?″ he reflected.
″Better that than being held prisoner by the men in gray - if she's still alive, of course.
She escaped from a children's home once, so she could do it again.
Besides, maybe I could fix it so they didn't put her in a home at all. The first thing to do is find her.″
So he made his way to the nearest police station, which was on the outskirts of the city.
Once there, he hung around outside for a while, twisting his hat in his hands. Then he plucked up courage and walked in.
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