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His
strong
shoulders
were
hunched
.
Someone
knocked
on
the
door
and
a
male
nurse
came
in
wearing
a
white
mask
.
He
put
down
a
bundle
of
filing
cards
on
Tarrou
’
s
desk
and
,
his
voice
muffled
by
the
mask
,
just
said
"
six
"
,
then
went
out
.
Tarrou
looked
at
the
journalist
and
fanned
out
the
cards
to
show
him
.
"
Nice
cards
,
aren
’
t
they
?
Well
,
no
,
actually
they
’
re
the
people
who
died
last
night
.
"
His
forehead
wrinkled
.
He
gathered
up
the
bundle
of
cards
.
"
The
only
thing
we
’
ve
got
left
is
statistics
.
"
Tarrou
got
up
,
supporting
himself
against
the
table
.
"
Are
you
leaving
soon
?
"
"
Tonight
at
midnight
.
"
Tarrou
said
he
was
glad
and
that
Rambert
had
better
look
after
himself
.
"
Do
you
really
mean
that
?
"
Tarrou
shrugged
his
shoulders
.
