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"
We
don
’
t
want
to
know
anything
,
"
objected
the
captain
,
pouting
out
his
thick
lips
.
"
We
already
know
it
.
"
"
You
have
the
paper
,
what
more
do
you
want
?
"
she
asked
him
straight
off
.
And
she
would
say
no
more
.
"
Well
,
"
said
the
captain
,
reluctant
to
go
.
He
stood
as
if
waiting
for
something
.
He
looked
like
a
child
staring
at
an
empty
Christmas
tree
.
"
Well
,
"
he
said
again
.
"
Come
on
,
men
.
"
The
four
men
stepped
out
into
the
hot
silent
day
.
Half
an
hour
.
later
,
Mr
.
Aaa
,
seated
in
his
library
sipping
a
bit
of
electric
fire
from
a
metal
cup
,
heard
the
voices
outside
in
the
stone
causeway
.
He
leaned
over
the
window
sill
and
gazed
at
the
four
uniformed
men
who
squinted
up
at
him
.
"
Are
you
Mr
.
Aaa
?
"
they
called
.
"
I
am
.
"
"
Mr
.
Ttt
sent
us
to
see
you
!
"
shouted
the
captain
.
"
Why
did
he
do
that
?
"
asked
Mr
.
Aaa
.
"
He
was
busy
!
"
