The Locked Room
When he had sat there, quite still, a long while, he gently let go of her hand and got up. He stroked her cheek. It was hot and dry. Just as he took a step towards the door, still looking down at her face, she opened her eyes and looked at him.
‘Put your woollen cap on,’ she whispered, ‘it's cold out.’ And again she closed her eyes.
After a while Martin Beck bent down, kissed her on the forehead, and left.
12
Today Kenneth Kvastmo, one of the two policemen who had broken into Svärd's flat, had to give evidence again in the district court. Martin Beck looked in on him where he sat waiting in a corridor of City Hall and had time to get answers to two of his most important questions before Kvastmo was called into court.
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