Dinner with Cousins“So, then, how do you know that it was a man?” I began. Santo and Rita had agreed to meet me for dinner the following evening at Carlino d'Oro, a local restaurant in San Regolo, a tiny hamlet at the base of the hill on which the Castello dei Trantini stood. We wanted to get away from the Castello for a night, yet we couldn't get away from the subject.
Santo went on to explain that muddy footprints, the size of a man's shoe, were found on the carpet leading to, and around, the table in Nonno Filippo's tasting library. The police dismissed this as evidence, insisting that the weather had been bad, and even the winery helper who arranged the bottles on the table could have tracked in the mud. The tracks to the window were easily explained as those of the same person, since
