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"
Well
,
"
Tarrou
answered
,
unhurriedly
reaching
out
for
his
glass
.
"
In
our
health
teams
.
"
Rambert
resumed
his
usual
air
of
stubborn
reflection
and
got
back
up
on
his
stool
.
"
Don
’
t
you
think
that
the
teams
are
of
any
use
?
"
Tarrou
said
.
He
had
just
taken
a
drink
and
was
now
looking
closely
at
Rambert
.
"
Very
useful
,
"
said
the
journalist
,
drinking
in
his
turn
.
Rieux
noticed
that
his
hand
was
trembling
and
decided
that
,
undoubtedly
,
he
was
altogether
drunk
.
The
next
day
,
when
Rambert
came
into
the
Spanish
restaurant
for
the
second
time
,
he
passed
through
a
small
group
of
men
who
had
taken
chairs
outside
in
front
of
the
door
and
were
enjoying
a
green
and
gold
evening
,
where
the
heat
was
only
just
starting
to
subside
.
They
were
smoking
bitter
-
smelling
tobacco
.
Inside
,
the
restaurant
was
almost
empty
.
Rambert
went
and
sat
down
at
the
table
at
the
back
where
he
had
met
Gonzales
the
first
time
.
He
told
the
waitress
that
he
would
wait
.
It
was
seven
thirty
.
Bit
by
bit
,
the
men
came
back
into
the
dining
-
room
and
settled
down
at
the
tables
,
while
their
orders
started
to
be
brought
in
and
the
low
vaulted
ceiling
filled
with
the
noise
of
cutlery
and
muffled
conversations
.
At
eight
,
Rambert
was
still
waiting
.
They
put
on
the
lights
.
New
customers
sat
down
at
his
table
.
He
ordered
his
dinner
.
By
eight
thirty
he
had
finished
,
without
any
sign
of
Gonzales
or
the
two
young
men
.
Outside
,
night
was
falling
rapidly
.
A
warm
breeze
from
the
sea
gently
lifted
the
curtains
over
the
french
windows
.
By
nine
o
’
clock
Rambert
noticed
that
the
room
was
empty
and
that
the
waitress
was
looking
at
him
in
astonishment
.
He
paid
and
went
out
.
There
was
a
cafe
open
across
from
the
restaurant
.
At
half
past
nine
,
he
walked
back
to
his
hotel
,
wondering
how
on
earth
he
could
contact
Gonzales
when
he
did
not
have
the
man
’
s
address
,
and
his
heart
failing
at
the
idea
of
having
to
start
the
whole
business
over
again
.
It
was
at
this
moment
,
in
the
night
full
of
fleeting
ambulances
,
that
,
as
he
would
later
tell
Dr
Rieux
,
he
noticed
that
in
all
this
time
he
had
to
some
extent
forgotten
his
wife
,
applying
his
mind
entirely
to
the
search
for
a
breach
in
the
walls
that
separated
them
.
But
it
was
also
at
this
moment
,
when
all
roads
were
once
more
blocked
,
that
he
found
her
once
again
at
the
centre
of
his
desires
,
with
such
a
sudden
outbreak
of
pain
that
he
started
to
run
towards
his
hotel
in
an
attempt
to
flee
this
dreadful
burning
which
,
none
the
less
,
he
carried
with
him
and
which
was
eating
away
at
his
temples
.
However
,
very
early
the
next
day
,
he
went
to
see
Rieux
,
to
ask
him
how
he
could
find
Cottard
.
"
The
only
thing
left
for
me
,
"
he
said
,
"
is
to
follow
the
same
leads
.
"
