Chapter III.II
After five minutes of silence, the taxi driver, without taking his hands off the steering wheel, sniffled. The inspector saw in the rear view mirror how a grin appeared on the man’s wrinkled face. “I think I guessed why you chose this hotel”, he said in a knowing tone. “Well, why?”, Galbraith asked curiously. “According to the advertising brochures, then in one of his rooms stopped a certain person…” And the London driver named the name of one writer, which was well known to everyone who had been interested in American literature at least once in their life. His passenger scratched his moustache and shook his head. The taxi driver took this as a sign that Galbraith allowed him to continue the babbling – he sighed noisily, and after a short pause said: “I completely agree with you!”, a
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