«So far I see nothing interesting,» I comment disconsolately.
«She is beautiful. What else do you want?»
«I didn't find what I was looking for.»
«Why don't you call that friend of yours back?» Valeria suggests. I don't think it will do much, but trying doesn't hurt.
«I'm Francesco, am I disturbing you?»
«My friend, no,» is Professor Conte's reply. «Unfortunately, I can't help you.»
Obviously he didn't waste a minute in the search.
«No emperor, maybe buried in Pisa?»
«If it ever existed, it would be in the monumental cemetery. If you go there, you’ll find out.»
«And are there imperial tombs?» I insist.
«I do not remember. But now I have to go.»
What could I expect? An academic only works for someone who is superior to him, or if he is certain that he will get something in return.
