Chapter XXIII
This time Vito Valloni was not wearing his ridiculous wig and showed the same baldness as Professor Marradi: "Bold, right, Mr. Velli, to show up at Mark's house and at the award ceremony, right in your face when you knew me personally?"
I had shown I was certainly in agreement, indeed even servile; to tell the truth without any real hope of getting away with it: "A perfect camouflage, Mr. Minister."
"Hey," the ham actor was pleased with himself, "a good surgeon, nose, ears, lips and new fingerprints, operation on the vocal cords to change intonation" – the deep voice that everyone knew had become shrill – "then beard, wig as the final touch and voilà ... Mr. Valloni!"
"Mr. Minister, forgive me," I had tried, "you remember that I saved your life, don't you?" If only they h
