She nodded, before pointing to the door.
Milan, 24 October 1816, 8.30 p.m.
Teatro alla Scala, Contrada della Scala
For over two hours, Ziani had interrogated almost all of the workers serving at the theatre in the hope of reconstructing Marais’ and Byron’s movements during their temporary absence from the box.
Somebody recalled having seen them in the coffee house, as did somebody else in the Ridotto, ─ Byron walked poorly, like Marais did, due to a problem with his Achilles tendon ─ but nobody caught a single word of their conversation.
With eight o’clock having passed, there remained a young barman with an excellent memory for him to question.
‘They were discussing business! The Frenchman wanted to sell Byron something that I didn’t understand because there was a lot of nois
