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They were met in the marchesa’s sitting room by someone Moretti knew well, but had not expected to see: Reginald Hamelin.

Reginald Hamelin was the senior member of one of the oldest law firms on the island. Known as the silver fox because of his magnificent head of hair and his cunning in litigious matters both matrimonial and commercial, he was officially retired, but was brought out of mothballs from time to time for certain clients who believed that anyone under the age of sixty or so wouldn’t know a tort from a tart.

“Detective Inspector —”

“Advocate Hamelin. Where is Mr. Bianchi?”

“He will be with us shortly. I wanted to speak to you first, privately.”

Moretti thought about protesting, but decided to appear acquiescent — for the moment. When pushed into a corner, the silver fox tended to show some of the less attractive characteristics of his namesake. He sat down in one of the two chairs placed opposite the marchesa’s little desk, and Liz Falla followed suit, pulling out her notepad.

“Off the record?”

“I can’t promise that, Advocate Hamelin, as you well know, but DC Falla will take no notes at this stage. We have had enough problems trying to interview Mr. Bianchi, as it is.”