Death of an Englishman [antikvár]

The murder It was dark in the small office. There was only the red night light which stood by the telephone on the desk. Along one white wall there was a narrow bed, and Carabiniere Bacci was lying on it. He was doing night duty, and he was asleep. He was very young, and he slept deeply. Outside the building where he slept, the old city of Florence was also quiet and peaceful, as it waited for the next foggy December day. Suddenly the telephone rang loudly, and it continued to ring until Carabiniere Bacci woke up. He jumped out of bed and picked it up quickly, so that it wouldn't wake the Marshal. A small, unhappy voice said, 'Marshal Guarnaccia, Marshal you must come quickly - it's the Englishman - he ' 'Just a moment.' Carabiniere Bacci felt about for the main light switch and picked up a pencil. 'Marshal ?' 'This is not Marshal Guarnaccia. This is Carabiniere Bacci. Who's that?' There was a pause, then the voice continued obediently, 'Cipolla, Gianpaolo Maria. I'm speaking from Via Maggio, number fifty-eight.' 'And is that where you live?' 'No. I live in Via Romana, number eighty-three.' 'And what are you doing in Via Maggio in the middle of the night, then?' asked Carabiniere Bacci coldly. There was another pause, and then the small voice