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Raging
with
humiliation
,
Dick
stared
back
at
him
.
"
All
right
.
"
He
turned
blindly
to
the
door
—
before
him
,
leering
and
nodding
,
was
the
man
who
had
brought
him
to
the
police
station
.
"
I
’
ll
go
home
,
"
he
shouted
,
"
but
first
I
’
ll
fix
this
baby
.
"
He
walked
past
the
staring
carabinieri
and
up
to
the
grinning
face
,
hit
it
with
a
smashing
left
beside
the
jaw
.
The
man
dropped
to
the
floor
.
For
a
moment
he
stood
over
him
in
savage
triumph
—
but
even
as
a
first
pang
of
doubt
shot
through
him
the
world
reeled
;
he
was
clubbed
down
,
and
fists
and
boots
beat
on
him
in
a
savage
tattoo
.
He
felt
his
nose
break
like
a
shingle
and
his
eyes
jerk
as
if
they
had
snapped
back
on
a
rubber
band
into
his
head
.
A
rib
splintered
under
a
stamping
heel
.
Momentarily
he
lost
consciousness
,
regained
it
as
he
was
raised
to
a
sitting
position
and
his
wrists
jerked
together
with
handcuffs
.
He
struggled
automatically
.
The
plainclothes
lieutenant
whom
he
had
knocked
down
,
stood
dabbing
his
jaw
with
a
handkerchief
and
looking
into
it
for
blood
;
he
came
over
to
Dick
,
poised
himself
,
drew
back
his
arm
and
smashed
him
to
the
floor
.
When
Doctor
Diver
lay
quite
still
a
pail
of
water
was
sloshed
over
him
.
One
of
his
eyes
opened
dimly
as
he
was
being
dragged
along
by
the
wrists
through
a
bloody
haze
and
he
made
out
the
human
and
ghastly
face
of
one
of
the
taxi
-
drivers
.
"
Go
to
the
Excelsior
hotel
,
"
he
cried
faintly
.
"
Tell
Miss
Warren
.
Two
hundred
lire
!
Miss
Warren
Due
centi
lire
!
Oh
,
you
dirty
—
you
God
—
"
Still
he
was
dragged
along
through
the
bloody
haze
,
choking
and
sobbing
,
over
vague
irregular
surfaces
into
some
small
place
where
he
was
dropped
upon
a
stone
floor
.
The
men
went
out
,
a
door
clanged
,
he
was
alone
.
Until
one
o
’
clock
Baby
Warren
lay
in
bed
,
reading
one
of
Marion
Crawford
’
s
curiously
inanimate
Roman
stories
;
then
she
went
to
a
window
and
looked
down
into
the
street
.
Across
from
the
hotel
two
carabinieri
,
grotesque
in
swaddling
capes
and
harlequin
hats
,
swung
voluminously
from
this
side
and
that
,
like
mains
’
ls
coming
about
,
and
watching
them
she
thought
of
the
guards
’
officer
who
had
stared
at
her
so
intensely
at
lunch
.
He
had
possessed
the
arrogance
of
a
tall
member
of
a
short
race
,
with
no
obligation
save
to
be
tall
.
Had
he
come
up
to
her
and
said
:
"
Let
’
s
go
along
,
you
and
I
,
"
she
would
have
answered
:
"
Why
not
?
"
—
at
least
it
seemed
so
now
,
for
she
was
still
disembodied
by
an
unfamiliar
background
.
Her
thoughts
drifted
back
slowly
through
the
guardsman
to
the
two
carabinieri
,
to
Dick
—
she
got
into
bed
and
turned
out
the
light
.
