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Dan Pedersen drove quite slowly on the way back from the puerto. Perhaps he was thinking about the sheep and the weak-minded old man. The engine roared and rattled and now and again in the beams of the headlights they saw the eyes of cats prowling along the edges of the road. The night was still warm but the breeze in the open truck was pleasant. Willi Mohr was sitting, as usual, behind Siglinde.

He noticed that she was still finding it difficult to sit still. On four or five occasions she put her arm along Dan’s shoulders and then at once took it away again. Once she leant her head against his shoulder.

Willi Mohr could not help thinking that he had seen her naked only a short time ago.