Lost in lamentable reflections, the inspector did not notice how the car stopped moving.
“Good sir, we are already there!”, the driver said cheerfully.
Galbraith turned away from his mirthless thoughts and looked out the window. Outside was a snow-covered field that stretched to the horizon. Here and there sparse trees stuck out between the snowdrifts.
“Are we sure we’ve arrived at the right address?”, the policeman asked incredulously.
“Do you think I decided to fool you?”, the taxi driver said with offense.
The inspector decided not to get into an altercation with him and opened the door. There was no bitter blizzard, but rare snowflakes continued to hover in the air. It would be crazy to go out in such light clothes, but Galbraith didn’t care anymore. Getting out of the car, he too
