That suited the chauffeur, who had to go back there anyway.
As soon as they reached Guido's gate, Momo got out and started peering in all directions.
″Cassiopeia!″ she called softly, again and again. ″Cassiopeia!″
The chauffeur stuck his head out of the window. ″What are you looking for?″
″Professor Hora's tortoise,″ Momo told him. ″Her name is Cassiopeia, and she always knows what's going to happen half an hour in advance.
She can make words light up on her shell, too - that's how she tells you what the future holds in store.
I've simply got to find her. Would you help me to look for her, please?″ ″I've no time for jokes,″ snarled the chauffeur, and drove on.
The remote-controlled gate opened and closed behind him. Undaunted, Momo continued the search on her own.
She combed the entire street, but Cassiopeia was nowhere to be seen.
″Perhaps she's on her way back to the amphitheater,″ thought Momo, so she slowly retraced her steps, calling the tortoise by name all the way.
She peered into every nook and cranny, every ditch and gutter, but in vain.
Although Momo didn't get back to the amphitheater till late that night, she searched it as thoroughly as the darkness would allow.
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