gunther wondered if gaspard could be serious.
he had been taken in by gaspard’s cleverness before.
perhaps, gunther thought desperately, it was too early to make a judgment just yet.
it had taken them five days to reach the cabin on the mountainside.
gaspard had assured gunther that lillian would be waiting for them at the cabin.
but there was no sign of her.
we are actually a bit early ourselves, gaspard had breezily assured gunther.
out on the mountainside a dog - or a wolf? - howled.
duplicitous as gaspard had always been, nothing had prepared gunther for this.
we may as well begin unpacking the supplies, gaspard announced.
how gunther wished he had heeded jules’s warning!
i feel a bit unwell, gunther murmured.
just sit down then, gaspard replied unconcernedly. i will begin the unpacking.
with a yawn, gunther collapsed into a large comfortable looking chair in front of the unlit fireplace.
in a few seconds, he began to fall asleep.
all the excitement of the last few days has taken its toll, he thought hazily.
then - he heard the sound of the car’s engine starting up!
he tried to heave himself up out of the large comfortable looking chair.
but he could not do it on the first try and fell back, knocking the wind out of himself.
suddenly he knew - he saw the whole thing!
when he finally managed to get up and get to the door, gaspard and the car were gone!
gunther staggered outside into the desolate night.
gaspard had tricked him yet again!
he was alone on the mountain - with no car, no food - and no lillian!
he wondered helplessly if there were any supplies or firewood in the cabin.
but he already knew … knew everything…
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