Joe left me then and I lay in bed, comfortably relaxed. I tried to read. But I could not concentrate. In the end, I put the book down and just lay there, trying to get things clear in my mind.
It must have been about an hour later that Joe came in. 'Engles wants you on the phone,' he said. 'He's down at the Splendido. Says he tried to contact you earlier, but couldn't get any sense out of Aldo. I told him you oughtn't to be disturbed, but he was insistent. You know what he's like,' he added apologetically. 'If you were dying, he'd still want me to rout you out. I tried to tell him what had happened. But he wouldn't listen. Never will listen to anything in which he doesn't figure. Do you feel like coming down, or shall I tell him to go to hell?'
'No, I'll come,' I said. I got out of bed and slipped a blanket round my shoulders over my dressing-gown.
'Wonder what he's come over for,' Joe said as he followed me out of the door. My knees felt a bit weak and stiff. Otherwise I seemed all right. 'Why the devil doesn't he leave us to get on with it on our own?' he grumbled behind me. 'It's always the same. Feels he isn't doing his job unless he's goading everybody on. Have you got a synopsis for him?'
'I haven't done too badly,' I said. But I was thinking of Engles' private mission, not of the script.
The telephone was on the bar, by the coffee geyser. Mayne and Valdini looked up as I came in. They were seated by the stove. Valdini said, 'You feel better, Mr Blair? I am glad. I was afraid for you when I heard you had mislaid your way.'
'I feel fine now, thanks,' I replied.
I picked up the receiver. 'That you, Neil?' Engles' voice sounded thin over the wire. 'What's all this Wesson was saying about an accident?'
I was conscious that both Mayne and Valdini were watching me and listening to the conversation. 'I don't think it was quite that,' I replied. 'Tell you about it tomorrow. Are you coming up?'
'Snow's pretty thick down here,' came the reply. 'But I'll be up if I have to come through on skis. I've booked a room. You might see that it's laid on. What have you discovered about Mayne — anything?'