Mildred said, “Well, now you’ve done it. Out front of the house. Look who’s here.” “I don’t care.” “There’s a Phoenix car just drove up and a man in a black shirt with an orange snake stitched on his arm coming up the front walk.” “Captain Beatty?” he said. “Captain Beatty.” Montag did not move, but stood looking into the cold whiteness of the wall immediately before him.
