[MaC] A pause in the music - Back in the lounge

[Mel Mason]

>> Anton, by now seated on on of the over-stuffed settees, accepted the 
>> brandy, shuddered, and then tossed off a good portion of it in a single 
>> gulp.
>>
>> Then he spoke, low and fast - and in Polish.  "To byl okropne! Okropny! 
>> Gral fortepian.  Szukam - i zobacze jej.  I ona byl martwa! Martwy!"
>>
>
> James looked alarmed at whatever Anton was saying.  He put a hand on the 
> musician's shoulder.  "Who is?" he said.  "Who?"   He turned to look at 
> the other people gathering.  His normally composed, serene mien had turned 
> ashen and shocked.  "He's saying someone's dead.  A woman.  On the sofa."
>
> The officer from the rationing board turned back to Anton. "It's all 
> right, old boy.  It will be all right."
>
> "To bDdzie jest dobrze" James added in Polish.  "Kto byE to?"
>

Even the non-Polish speakers could understand Anton's next words.  He gave a 
faint shudder and then said, "Nola.  Nola Diamond."