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It was evening as Tintin and the Captain reached Verona, Italy. Neither of them were in need of rest or a meal, and Tintin wanted to look around town for any sign of Snowy. They wandered around town, when they passed the post office, and Tintin spied the poster.
"Captain, look!" he cried, pointing to the paper. Haddock looked.
"Blistering barnacles!" he exclaimed. "That description matches Snowy!"
"I can only hope!" Tintin muttered, as he ran to the address.
He knocked on the door, and Carlotta answered.
"Yes?" she asked.
"Please ma'am, are you Edda Marino?" Tintin asked politely.
"No, that would be my sister you're looking for."
"May we speak with her?"
"I'll just get her." Carlotta left the door open as she fetched her sister. A few seconds later, a young teenager came to the door.
"Yes?" she asked.
"Hello, you're Edda?" Tintin asked.
"Yes," Edda replied. "And you are?"
"Oh, I'm Tintin."
"Oh, I've heard of you," Edda said, a smile now on her face. "Can I help you, Mr. Tintin?"
"Yes, about that dog you put a flyer up about. Is he still here, by any chance?"
"No, I'm afraid not," Edda said. "I'm sorry; do you know who he belongs to?"
"Thundering typhoons, of course he knows!" Captain Haddock thundered, startling Tintin and Edda.
"Captain, please settle down," Tintin hissed. "Why don't you go find a hotel we can stay at tonight, and I'll meet you there?"
"How will you know where to go?" the Captain asked.
"It'll be the one with our rental car in front of it, of course."
"Oh, right." Haddock cleared his throat. "Evening, ma'am."
"Like I said," Edda repeated. "I've already given him to someone who said they knew the owner. If you've had come a couple of hours earlier…"
"Tell what this dog was like?" Tintin insisted. Edda thought he sounded desperate.
"All right; come in, and I'll tell you." She led him through to the sitting room, and Carlotta got them tea.
"Now, young man," Carlotta said, as she sat down in a rocking chair. "What is it you want?"
"The dog you had earlier," Tintin began. "I'm wondering if he might be mine. I lost him a few days ago, and I've been looking all over for him."
"He was a very friendly dog, and those men didn't seem very friendly people," Edda said, biting her lip.
"Can you tell me their names?"
"Their names?" Edda asked. Tintin nodded. "Their names were Greg Dunham and Frank Walters."
"Walters…?" Tintin gasped.
"Do you know him?" Carlotta asked.
"All too well," Tintin said, standing up quickly. "I must be going. Good evening."
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