Momo pointed to the man in gray and tried to call for help, but no sound escaped her lips.
″Save it,″ said the man in gray with a bleak, mirthless laugh. ″You ought to know us better than that - you know how powerful we are.″
″No one can help you, now we've got all your friends. You're at our mercy too, but we've decided to go easy on you.″
″Why?″ Momo managed to get out. ″Because we'd like you to do us a little favour.
Be sensible, and you can do yourself and your friends a lot of good.″
″What do you say?″ ″All right,″ whispered Momo. The man in gray gave another thin-lipped smile.
″Then we'll meet at midnight to talk it over.″ She nodded mutely, but the man in gray had already vanished.
All that marked the spot where he had stood was a wisp of cigar smoke. He hadn't told her where they were to meet.
SEVENTEEN: THE SQUARE
Momo was too scared to go back to the amphitheater. She felt sure the man in gray would turn up there for their midnight meeting,
and the thought of being all alone with him in the deserted ruins filled her with terror.
No, she never wished to see him again, neither there nor anywhere else.
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