XI
At the police station of Granata, the clock ticked nine o'clock at night and the marshal's office was still illuminated. The non-com officer was turning the order of the Prosecutor of the Kingdom over in his hands, which he had received in the afternoon. It was a big mess. He had to arrest Titì Coniglio for the murder of the engineer of Milan. That was fine. What worried him the most, according to him, was the second arrest the ordinance was talking about. He had to put into preventive detention the instigator, Don Pietro Bellomo, the assistant of Your Excellency the Prince of Granata.
"And now what am I supposed to do?" The marshal thought, while his forehead bathed in cold sweat as fear hounded him. "If I take Bellomo and he assures me that the order came from the prince, the matter
