He insisted pointing things out to Mario who appeared not to understand.
‘My wallet…’
‘Just a while ago, you put it in your pocket…’
The questions in Mario’s look multiplied. He pulled out his wallet from the back pocket of his trousers and took out the card. He just remained there looking at it, then Netti, then the wallet in the other hand and then the card again.
‘My wallet…I lost it…’
‘You are holding it, Mr Rossi. And please, don’t forget me, now. I’m waiting…’
‘In the villa with the palm trees…’
‘No, not at that level, Mr Rossi. Not at the quarter of the Country Houses. It’s higher up, towards the square of the fountain. Union Street. The old Hamidiyah…’
‘Ħaġar… Ħaġar Qim…’
‘What did you say?’
‘The megalithic compound of ancient temples in southern Malta…’
Mario turned and
