It wasn't that they were invisible; you simply saw them without noticing them. They had an uncanny knack of making themselves so inconspicuous
that you either overlooked them or forgot ever having seen them.
The very fact that they had no need to conceal themselves enabled them to go about their business in utter secrecy.
Since nobody noticed them, nobody stopped to wonder where they had come from
or, indeed, were still coming from, for their numbers continued to grow with every passing day.
The men in gray drove through the streets in smart gray limousines, haunted every building, frequented every restaurant.
From time to time they would jot something down in their little gray notebooks.
They were dressed from head to foot in gray suits the colour of a spider's web. Even their faces were gray.
They wore gray bowler hats and smoked small gray cigars, and none of them went anywhere without a steel-gray briefcase in his hand.
Guido Guide was as unaware as everyone else that several of these men in gray had reconnoitred the amphitheater,
busily writing in their notebooks as they did so. Momo alone had caught sight of their shadowy figures peering over the edge of the ruins.
They signalled to each other and put their heads together as if conferring. Although she could hear nothing, Momo suddenly shivered.
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