Chapter 25
It was December 8, the feast of the Immaculate Conception34 , a great religious anniversary for practising Catholics like Vittorio, and my friend had invited me to lunch for 1:00 pm in the usual restaurant, wanting to celebrate the feast day at table as well, after the solemn mass in his parish church.
It must have been about 1:30 pm when a doubt suddenly assailed him. He had laid down his fork on the shellfish spaghetti that he was enjoying until a moment earlier and had sat there pensive for some seconds, staring into space, and then had said to me: "Tron’s jewels and money weren’t found not just in the late architect’s house, but it’s strange that the author of the memorial, who goes into a lot of detail in the rest of the text and, here and there, is even bombastic, makes
