The clarity was still with me. His concern was genuine, though to reach it I had to examine every fleck in his eyes, every shade in the wrinkles round them. I had not thought of him as old, and perhaps it was weariness that channelled the lines from mouth to chin. His lips were dry, chapped, as t...
There was nothing actually physical about it, but they put it in such a way that I could hardly remain, so that all I could do was roam about the yard and watch the men turning the rusty old carcases, and of course finding nothing. Theoretically I shouldn’t have been interested in their Lugers lo...