The Ghost Riders Of Ordebec (Commissaire Adamsberg) - Plot & Excerpts
‘In real life she’s very tall. Much taller than me, at least if she wasn’t stooped.’He sat on the edge of the bed and patted her cheeks with his hands.‘Léo, I’ve come back. I’m the policeman from Paris. We had supper together. We had soup and veal, and we had a little Calva in front of the fire, with our Havana cigars.’‘She’s not moving,’ said the doctor who had just come into the room.‘Has anyone been to see her?’‘The Vendermot daughter, and the capitaine. She didn’t react at all. Clinically, she ought to be showing some sign of life. But nothing’s happening. She’s not in a coma now, the internal haematoma has been fairly well absorbed. The heart’s functioning reasonably well, though it’s damaged by her cigar smoking. Technically, she ought to be able to open her eyes and say something. But no, nothing, and the worst is that her temperature is too low. It’s as if the whole mechanism has closed down. But I can’t find a spanner to fix it.’‘Can she carry on for long like this?’‘No, at her age, without moving or eating, she can’t last long, just a few days.’The doctor looked disapprovingly at Adamsberg’s hands on the aged Léone’s face.‘Don’t move her head,’ he said.‘Léo,’ Adamsberg repeated.
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