Dimitri went back for another depressing night in his room. At least the quarter of chicken and the lentils that were left, together with an orange, meant that he ate a proper meal. To pass the time, he opened his pad and worked on his rough sketches till they were finished drawings. When his eyes grew tired, he took off his clothes, turned off the light, and went to bed.
He lay in the dark, thinking that Anne would be back from England by now. He was worried about what they might have said to her. Would she believe them? How would she react? He was in despair at not being able to get in touch with her. To phone her at home was out of the question. He would risk the phone being answered by her parents. Besides, their phone might well be being monitored by the police, who would find out th
