The map had been there, I am sure of it. I retrace my route from when I entered the apartment, looking under the divan and table. But it is gone. I race to the window. Could it possibly have fallen in the street? I thought I had been so careful.I put on my shoes and start for the door. But before I can turn the knob, it opens from the other side and standing there, glowering, is Papa. “There you are!” he exclaims, nostrils flaring as he enters the apartment. I have never seen him so angry. “I tried to ring you last night and then again early this morning and finally was so worried that I came to check as soon as I was able. You were at the hotel, weren’t you?”“Papa, I...” I search for another explanation that would explain my absence at such hours and find none.“I knew it! You said you were just checking on Captain Richwalder briefly.”“I hadn’t planned to stay. But he was so sick, and there was no one else to help.”“And then walking out of the hotel the next morning, like some...I cannot even say.
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