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The day that had begun bright with sunshine darkened abruptly into black clouds in the afternoon, and the couple booms of thunder were followed by a downpour so heavy that not a single window was left open in the small town. Nothing and no one occupied the main square apart from a taxi, the driver of which was also already about to lose hope, when he saw approaching from the opposite side of the square a tall man dressed in a wide-brimmed hat, a drenched overcoat, and knee-high boots—and who was strolling toward him through the storm with an unflinching tranquility, as if he paid no heed to the dreadful weather.

He’ll get the car wet, the taxi-driver thought, but at least I won’t have been waiting here for nothing.

The man indeed stopped next to the taxi and opened the door.

“Are you free?” he asked.

“Yes, I am,” the taxi-driver replied.

“Then that makes two of us,” the man said, slammed the door shut, and strolled onward through the rain and into the howling darkness.