Only occasional sounds filtered up from Aarstrasse; Peter listened for a while and returned to the bedroom where Lina Vitale lay. He felt her pulse again and judged that her stupor was ow its most profound. In the cleavage of her breasts a scar partly obliterated a tattoo. I could denote a number of things, he thought, from prison identification to Dachau or Vorkuta. The attempted removal had been crudely done with a series of cuts and slashes thaat left a serrated scar. Cover her body, he left the room, but not before regaining his 500 Swiss francs.

1966