三十九级台阶 02

2 The milkman starts his travels

I sat down in an armchair and felt very sick.

After about five minutes I started shaking.

The poor white face with its staring eyes was too much for me, so I got a tablecloth and covered it.

Then I took the whisky bottle and drank several mouthfuls.

I had seen men die violently before.

I had killed a few myself in the Matabele war; but this was different.

After a few more minutes I managed to calm myself down a little.

I looked at my watch and saw that it was half past ten.

I searched the flat carefully, but there was nobody there.