He laughed at that. 'Bit of a sheep among the wolves, aren't you?' he said. But he searched me all the same. He even ordered Aldo out from behind the bar and searched him. The Italian was practically beside himself with fear, and, as he came out from behind the bar, his eyes were starting in his head so that he looked like some grotesque doll out of a Russian ballet. 'Now get that body out of here,' Mayne told Aldo in Italian. 'Bury it in the snow and wash those boards.'
'No, no, signore. Mamma mia! E non possibile.' I don't know which he was more terrified of — Mayne's gun or the body huddled against the wall in its pool of blood. He was gibbering and quite beyond reason.
Mayne turned to us. 'There's no sense in this animal,' he said. 'Perhaps you'd be good enough to dump it outside in the snow somewhere so that it doesn't show and get this cretino to swab the floor.' He was quite master of himself again. He dealt with the disposal of Valdini's body as though it were a glass that had been smashed. 'Do not try to go to your rooms yet,' he added. 'I want to search them first.' He glanced up. Carla's boots were moving about almost directly above his head. 'Now I must go up and attend to Carla,' he said. But first he went to the telephone and wrenched it out of the wall.
'What are you going to do to her?' Engles asked as he made for the door.
He turned in the doorway and smiled. 'Make love to her,' he said. And we heard his boots on the boards outside and then on the stairs. There was a crash of a door being kicked open and then a scream that was instantly stifled. It became a moaning sound that was gradually lost in the noise of the wind.
'Mein Gott! He has killed her,' Keramikos said.
We stood listening. Whatever a woman may be, it is not pleasant to hear her scream with pain and to think that she has been killed without any attempt being made to prevent it. I felt suddenly very sick. That scream and Valdini's body lying there like a stuck pig in his own blood — it was too much. Footsteps sounded on the stairs again. Mayne was coming back. He entered the room and stopped as he saw that none of us had moved. 'What's the matter with you people?' he asked. He had put his gun away and seemed almost cheerful.
'Have you killed her?' Engles asked.
'Good God, no! Just tied her up, that's all. She couldn't find another gun in Valdini's room.' He nodded at the body. 'Engles! Will you and Blair remove that. Keramikos — you come with me.'
Valdini's body was not heavy. We opened the window by the bar and pitched it out. There was a deep drift and Valdini sank into it as though it were a feather bed. I leaned out of the window and looked down at him. He was sprawled on his back, his clothes very bright against the white background of the snow and the blood from his mouth making a red stain round his head. He looked like a rag doll with a ridiculous scarlet hat set at a jaunty angle on his head. Then the snow began to drift across him and his body became indistinct. The wind was very cold on my face and rapidly crusted my head with driven snow. I stepped back and closed the window. Engles was standing over Aldo. The Italian was on his knees, swabbing up the blood with a bar cloth. 'I think I need a drink,' I said.