Chapter 4
The lady of the house answered the door herself. She was wearing the same gown but was not as sober as last time. She had a glass of wine in her hand.
“Ohh, look who’s come to visit us! How delightful! I can’t believe my eyes.”
“I’m happy you’re happy about my visit,” I said, bowing and kissing her hand.
She took me to the living room and sat on the couch with her legs tucked under her, her round pink knees exposed without stockings. I sat down in the armchair.
“Would you care for a drink?” There was a bottle of champagne on the table and a large box of chocolates. I poured myself a glass and drank it. She didn’t take her eyes off me. “What brought you to me?”
“This, here,” I held out the photo. “Who is this?”
“Can’t you tell a crook right away?”
“Do you know him?”
“I sa
