I stared at the girl in astonishment and was about to protest when she put a finger to her lips, looking swiftly round, as though she feared to be watched.
“Be careful,” she said. “We’re probably under observation. We can talk in the taxi.”
I still hesitated on the pavement.
“Quick,” she added, “or your grandmother will be displeased.”
I had already decided to see my grandmother, so why not take this way as well as another?
I entered the taxi, which, without waiting for instructions, at once moved off, turned the corner, crossed the big square and took the direction of the old town.
There was a moment’s silence, during which I ventured a look at my companion. She was gazing at me in a kind of resentful expectation. Evidently I was not behaving as she had anticipated.
She was decided
