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"
One
minute
,
"
said
Franz
.
"
I
’
m
not
sure
it
’
s
advisable
.
I
must
first
talk
on
the
phone
to
Dick
.
"
"
Then
I
’
ll
miss
the
train
down
,
"
Nicole
protested
,
"
and
then
I
’
ll
miss
the
three
o
’
clock
from
Zurich
!
If
my
father
is
dying
I
must
—
"
She
left
this
in
the
air
,
afraid
to
formulate
it
.
"
I
MUST
go
.
I
’
ll
have
to
run
for
the
train
.
"
She
was
running
even
as
she
spoke
toward
the
sequence
of
flat
cars
that
crowned
the
bare
hill
with
bursting
steam
and
sound
.
Over
her
shoulder
she
called
back
,
"
If
you
phone
Dick
tell
him
I
’
m
coming
,
Franz
!
"
.
.
.
.
.
.
Dick
was
in
his
own
room
in
the
hotel
reading
The
New
York
Herald
when
the
swallow
-
like
nun
rushed
in
—
simultaneously
the
phone
rang
.
"
Is
he
dead
?
"
Dick
demanded
of
the
nun
,
hopefully
.
"
Monsieur
,
il
est
parti
—
he
has
gone
away
.
"
"
Com
-
MENT
?
"
"
Il
est
parti
—
his
man
and
his
baggage
have
gone
away
too
!
"
It
was
incredible
.
A
man
in
that
condition
to
arise
and
depart
.
Dick
answered
the
phone
-
call
from
Franz
.
"
You
shouldn
’
t
have
told
Nicole
,
"
he
protested
.
