Chapter 3
The doorman met me again at the gate on Syktuska Street.
“Have you come for Panna Emilia? She’s not in.”
“And where did she go?”
“She left. At daybreak. She called a taxi. She packed up her things and left.”
“She didn't say where she was going?”
“I asked, but she just laughed and said, 'To conquer the world.' Maybe she’s doing a film for the cinema. That kind of dish would be welcome any place under the sun. And what have you heard about Pan Tomashevych?”
“Not much is new,” I replied. “We’re still running in place. Tell me, was Emilia home the morning of the day before yesterday?”
“On Friday? No, she took off early in the morning.”
“Exactly when?”
“Around seven. I was still surprised because she had never been out so early. She came home that early, but she had never go
