Chapter 30 Chapter Twenty Nine

When we arrived in Paris, Barry and I got out of the car. "Barry, please do me a favor." "What's busy?" "Please don't call. I mean, please, Barry, don't give me away. I'm going south from here no matter what. You know I can't even know where my father is and what's wrong with him , just go home like this, right?" He sipped the orange juice and said seriously, "I know." "Please, Barry." "Who do you take me for?" "I don't know," I said, feeling more grateful to him from the bottom of my heart.

"We'd better inquire about the next train to Perpignan," Barry said, decisively rolling up the sandwich wrapper. "How do you know?" I said in amazement. "Ah, you think you are mysterious," Barry looked angry again, "didn't I translate those things in the vampire literature for you? If you don't go to the monastery in the Eastern Pyrenees, why don't you go to the monastery?" Where will I go? Don't I know France yet?" We walked arm in arm towards the currency exchange office. Turgut called out Rossi's name, and the tone was so familiar.He joined the show seamlessly without explaining why he came in.

"Do you know Professor Rossi?" Turgut asked again in the same tone. "I still didn't say a word, but Helen obviously made up her mind, "Professor Rossi is Paul's tutor, from the history department of our school. "This is incredible," Turgut said slowly. "You know him?" I asked. "I have never seen him," said Turgut, "but I have heard of him in a very unusual circumstance. Please sit down, my fellows, and I think I must tell you about it .” Even though he was astonished, he still beckoned us to sit down in a friendly way, "There is something very strange here-" He paused, and seemed to force himself to explain to us, "A few years ago, I became fascinated by this file. The librarian asked all about it. He told me that, as far as he could remember, no one but me had seen it, but he thought his predecessors—I mean his predecessors—knew something. So I'll go find the old administrator."

"Is he still alive now?" I held my breath. "Oh, no, sorry. He told me that he locked the materials because he had a bad feeling. He said that a foreign professor once came to see him, and then he seemed very distressed and suddenly ran out of the library. A few days after this incident, the old administrator was working alone in the library. He looked up and suddenly saw a big man looking at the same thing. No one had come in at the time, it was night again, and it was closed , the door facing the street was locked. He didn't understand how the man got in. Then he told me—" Turgut leaned forward, lowering his voice—"he told me that he I walked over and wanted to ask him what he was doing, but the man raised his head and a drop of blood dripped from the corner of his mouth."

I felt nauseous, and Helen raised her shoulders, as if to shake off the trembling. "At first, the old warden didn't want to tell me about it. I believe he was afraid I thought he was crazy. He said he almost fainted when he saw that. When he looked again, the man was gone. , but the documents were still scattered on the table. The next day, he put the reliquary in the ancient books and kept it locked. He said that when he was still working here, no one came to see them, and he did not See that stranger again." "How's Rosie?" I asked hastily. "Well, you know, I was determined to get this out of the way, so I asked him the name of the foreign researcher, but he couldn't remember it, and said he thought it was an Italian. He sent me to see 193 The zero-year register. My friend here agreed to let me check it. I checked it and found Professor Rossi’s name, and found that he was from Oxford, England. Then I wrote him a letter and sent it to Oxford.”

"Did he reply?" Helen almost stared at Turgut. "I'm back, but he has gone to a university in the United States—your school—and it took a long time for the letter to reach him." "That's really weird," I murmured, "I just can't understand it." "Well, that's not the weirdest thing," said Turgut eagerly.He turned to the parchment on the table, the bibliography, and traced Rosie's name at the bottom of the page. I looked at it, staring again at the words behind the name.I'm pretty sure it's Latin. "What does it say here? Can you read Latin?"

Turgut nodded, to my relief," saying "Bartholomew Rossi, the -genie-ghost in the amphora." " My mind raced, "But I know that line. I thought—I'm sure that's the title of an article he's been writing this spring." I paused, "Writing. About a month ago, he Showed it to me. It was a study of Greek tragedies and objects that were sometimes used as props on the Greek stage." Helen stared at me intently. "This is—I'm sure this is his current job." "Very oddly enough," Turgut said.Now I hear the real fear in his voice, "I've looked at this catalog many times, but I've never seen that name on it. Someone put Rosie's name in there."

I stared at him in amazement, "We have to find out who falsified this document. When was the last time you were here?" "About three weeks ago," said Turgut darkly, "wait a minute, I'll go and ask Mr. Airozan first. Don't go away." But as soon as he stood up, the thoughtful administrator saw him and walked towards him.They spoke quickly. "What did he say?" I asked. "Why didn't he tell me earlier?" muttered Turgut. "Someone came yesterday and looked at the box." He asked his friend again, and Mr. Erozan pointed to the door, "It's that person," Turgut also pointed to the door and said, "He said it was the person who came in just now, and he talked to him."

We all turned around and the administrator pointed again, but it was too late.The little man is gone. " Turgut, who had more brains than I, hurried out the door and disappeared into the hall. He came back right away, shaking his head. "He's gone," he told us, panting. "I didn't see him on the street. He disappeared into the crowd." Mr. Erozan seemed to be apologizing. Turgut talked to him for a while, and then turned to us, "When you were doing your research, did you feel that someone was following you here?" "Tracking?" Of course it was all too possible, but by whom, I don't know.

Turgut looked at us sharply, "My administrator friend said, this person wants to see the information we have been researching, and he is very angry when he finds that someone is using it. Maybe he will come back sooner after we leave .” "But those maps!" I worried at the thought of putting such precious things in their boxes.Besides, what have we learned? "Don't worry, professor," Turgut told me, "I have copied all these documents myself, and they are safely in my apartment. Besides, my friend will not allow any accidents to happen to these originals. You can trust I."

I would rather believe him.Helen looked at our two new acquaintances inquiringly. I don't know what she thinks about all this, "Okay," I said. "Come on, my fellows," Turgut began to pack up the papers and put them back in their place, "I think we have a lot to talk about in private. I'll take you to my house and we can talk there. I'll I can show you what I've collected about it. We don't talk about these things in the street. We're leaving as conspicuously as possible, and"—he nodded at the administrators—'we're going to keep the best here. " Mr. Arozan shook hands with us one by one, locked the box with great care, and disappeared with it among the bookshelves at the back of the hall. We left the building and deliberately stood on the steps for a few minutes, pretending to have a conversation. I was nervous, and the greatest of all mysteries tore and ached my heart: "Where is Rosie? Is he here, in this city, or far away? Alive or dead? Or something in between?" Between the two?"