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“Sartor looked back and forth between him and Vianello a few times for signs of what was going to happen, before he stood. Brunetti reached across the table and shook his hand, saying, ‘You’ve been very helpful, Signor Sartor.’ He tried to make his voice as reassuring as possible.The guard gave a weak smile. He pushed his chair back in place and turned towards the door.As if the idea had just come to him, Brunetti asked, as Sartor was opening the door, ‘You said Dottor Nickerson spoke Italian very well. Did it ever occur to you that he might really be Italian?’Sartor let them pass in front of him and down the stairs into the courtyard, then turned to lock the door. He left his hand on the key for a long time before putting it into his pocket. He came down the steps and stopped in front of Brunetti. ‘I never thought of that before, but he might be. He said he was American but that he’d gone to school in Rome when he was a boy. I figured that would explain why he didn’t have much of an a...ccent.’ He was silent for a while then started across the courtyard, stopped and turned to them.MoreLess
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