"Yes," she said. "Of course. What is it?"
"As there is a hospital in Marechiaro—"
He stopped.
"Yes?" she said.
"The autopsy of the body must take place there. Otherwise I could have—"
"You have come to take him away," she said. "I understand. Very well."
But they could not take him away, these people. For he was gone; he had gone away into the blue.
The doctor looked relieved, though surprised, at her apparent nonchalance.
"I am very sorry, signora," he said—"very sorry."
"Must I see the Pretore?" she said.