“We shall see,” said Menicucci. “We shall see.” He looked with suspicion at the nozzle before it was placed inside the tank, and the fuel man wiped it ostentatiously on a filthy rag. The filling ceremony was accompanied by a detailed technical discourse on the inner workings of the burner and the boiler which the fuel man listened to with scant interest, grunting or saying Ah bon? whenever his participation was required. Menieucei turned to me as the last few liters were pumped in. “This afternoon we will have the first test.”
Did he change the spelling of this man's name...?
