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.All of my Maltese friends had been in the marketplacewhen Graham was killed, but only the Farrugias had a relationship of any sortwith Galea.It was a tenuous link, to be sure, and I was convinced of theirinnocence, but I was afraid that mentioning that I had seen them from thewindow of the museum while I was chasing Graham would not improve theirchances with the police, and Tabone had said Joseph would be brought in againsoon.Tabone had brought a newspaper, the Times of Malta, and our conversationturned to the arrival of the foreign dignitaries in Malta to discuss thecountry s entry into the European Union, among other things.The cover photoshowed the British Foreign Minister being greeted at the airport by Galizia. Are you expecting any trouble? I asked, gesturing toward the photo. Hope not.We have all kinds of security in place, of course.Almost as muchas when President Bush and Gorbachev were meeting out in the Grand Harbour. I was wondering about the school performance at Mnajdra, I said. Strangethings happening at the site. You mean that incident with the storage shed? Probably irate parents, youknow. But don t you think it s a bit strange that all these things are happeningwhen world leaders are arriving here? I mean, two people murdered, nastythings going on at the site of a performance for these very important people? Hard to see the connection.But we have someone in there. In there? At Mnajdra? Do you mean undercover?He didn t answer, so I assumed that was a yes. Who is it? I asked. If I told you that, and if we did have someone undercover there, which I mnot saying we do, then the person wouldn t exactly be undercover, now wouldthey? It was clear he wasn t going to say.We parted company, and I headedback to the house.I wasn t sure I d actually go through with the plan to crash the party atPage 74ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlPalazzo Galizia, which was indeed for that same evening at an address onVillegaignon Street in Mdina.This would take more nerve, to say nothing oflack of social graces, than I would normally be capable of.It was Rob Luczkawho decided it for me in a rather backhanded way.I told him about my visit toGalizia s office and showed him the invitation.I was thinking that if I couldpersuade Rob to go with me, I might just risk it.But when I showed him theinvitation, his response was, I suppose, predictable. How d you manage that? he asked. I was at his office and told him I was a friend of Martin Galea s and&  Myvoice trailed off.For some reason, although I d lied my way through thehallowed halls of the External Relations Ministry, I couldn t bring myself tolie to Rob.My face, as usual apparently, did me in. You ve got to be kidding! he exploded. You nicked it, didn t you? Inodded. I m a policeman.I don t crash parties, and I don t mix with people who stealthings either! He stomped off in a huff.I, equally annoyed, developed a fallback position.When Marissa broughtSophia s costume back, beautifully mended, washed, and wrapped in tissue, Iasked her if she would do me an immense favor and allow her son to be mychauffeur for the evening.I told her I d been invited to a party in Mdina butdidn t want to drive myself, and it would be too late for the bus.She agreed.We arranged for Anthony to meet me at the house and drive me to Mnajdra forthe dress rehearsal he d planned to be there for the rehearsal anyway andthen to drive me on from there.There was no indication on the invitation of how to dress.I expect that sbecause old families, or those who aspire to look that way, know the code.I dbrought one good outfit, just in case Galea had wanted me to help him with hisparty, either to help host, or even just to pass the canapes [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]