Chapter 5
Coming right from the train station, I went over to visit Martyniuk again. It was immediately obvious that he got no pleasure from my new visit.
“I’ve come for that document.”
He looked at me mockingly and spread his hands apart:
“Unfortunately, I won’t be able to help you with anything.”
“How’s that?” I was stunned. “You said you have it.”
“I had it,” he muttered discontentedly.
“And it’s gone?”
“Gone.”
“Where is it?”
“How would I know? It’s gone and that’s it.” He averted his eyes, pretending to be really busy with something else.
“You’re hiding something from me again.”
“Rubbish. Six years have passed. Think about it. I used to have that piece of paper. But when? And now it’s gone.”
“Did you even look for it?”
“Well, I was looking.”
“Has it vanished?”
“Maybe so
