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no?〃 
 〃From up here。〃 
 〃The Florentines 。 。 。〃 He rolled his eyes。 〃They live in the past。 They believe they created everything beautiful in the world…art; science; music; literature…and that is enough。 Why do anything more? They've been resting on their laurels for four hundred years。 Where I grew up we have a saying:Nun cagnà 'a via vecchia p'a nova; ca saie chello che lasse; nun saie chello ca trouve。 〃 
 〃Don't live in the past…you will know what you've lost but not what you've found?〃 D'Agosta asked。 
 Esposito went still。 Then he smiled。 〃Your family is originally from Naples?〃 
 D'Agosta nodded。 
 〃This is remarkable。 And you actually speak Neapolitan?〃 
 〃I thought I grew up speaking Italian。〃 
 Esposito laughed。 〃This is not the first time I have heard of this happening。 You are fortunate; Sergeant; to speak a beautiful and ancient language no longer taught in any school。 Anyone can learn Italian; but only a real man can speaknapolitano。 I myself am from Naples。 Impossible to work there; of course; but a marvelous place to live。〃 
 〃Si suonne Napele viato a tte;〃D'Agosta said。 
 Esposito looked even more astonished。 〃'Blessed be you if you dream of Naples。' What a lovely saying。 I've never heard it before。〃 
 〃When I was a little boy; my grandmother used to whisper that in my ear every time she kissed me good night。〃 
 〃And did you ever dream of Naples?〃 
 〃I sometimes dreamed of a city that I thought was Naples; but I'm sure it was all my imagination。 I've never been there。〃 
 〃Then don't go。 Live in your dreams: they are always so much better。〃 He turned to Pendergast。 〃And now…as you Americans say…to business。〃 
 He led them to a small sitting area in a far corner of the room; couches and chairs positioned around an old stone table。 Esposito waved his hand。〃Caffè per noi; per favore。〃 
 In moments; a woman appeared with a tray of tiny cups of espresso。 Esposito took one; tossed it back; then drank a second just as quickly。 He slipped out a pack of cigarettes; offered them around。 
 〃Ah; you Americans never smoke。〃 He took one himself; lit it; exhaled。 〃This morning; between seven and eight; I received sixteen telephone calls…one from the American Embassy in Rome; five from the American Consulate on the Lungarno; one from the U。S。 State Department; two from theNew York Times ; one from theWashington Post ; one from the Chinese Embassy in Rome; and five from various unpleasant people in Mr。 Bullard's pany。〃 He looked up; eyes twinkling。 〃Given that; and what you told me just now in the café; it's clear this Bullard was an important man。〃 
 〃You didn't know him?〃 Pendergast asked。 
 〃By reputation only。〃 Inhale; exhale。 〃My colleagues at thepolizia have a file on him already; which naturally they will not share with us。〃 
 〃I could supply you with far more on Bullard; but it would do you no good。 The information will only distract you; as it did me。〃 
 Esposito turned to the two carabinieri who were whispering together behind him。〃Basta' cù stì fessarie! Mettiteve à faticà! Marònna meja; chist' so propri' sciem'!〃 
 D'Agosta suppressed a laugh。 〃I understood that。〃 
 〃I didn't;〃 said Pendergast。 
 〃He was just telling those men in; ah; Neapolitan; 'Cut the bullshit and get back to work。'〃 
 〃My men are foolish and superstitious。 Half of them believe this to be the work of the devil。 The other half think it the work of some secret society。 As you know; Florentine nobility is rife with them。〃 Inhale; exhale。 〃It appears to me; Mr。 Pendergast; that we have a joker on our hands。〃 
 〃On the contrary; our killer could not be more serious。〃 
 〃But all this…chest è 'nà scena rò diavulo?e; now。 All this may scare my men half to death; but you?〃 
 〃I assure you there is a most purposeful design here。〃 
 〃I see you already have a theory as to what happened to Mr。 Bullard。 Perhaps you will be kind enough to share it with me?〃 Thecolonnello leaned forward; elbows on his knees。 〃After all; I've already done you an enormous favor by not reporting your presence at the scene of the crime。 Otherwise; you would be filling out paperwork from now until Christmas。〃 
 〃I am grateful;〃 said Pendergast。 〃But for now; there's little more I can tell you than what I mentioned last night。 We're investigating two mysterious deaths that took place recently in New York State。 Locke Bullard was a possible suspect。 At the very least; he was involved in some extremely shady dealings。 But as it happens; his own death patterns the first two。〃 
 〃I see。 And do you have any ideas? Conjectures?〃 
 〃It would be unwise for me to answer that question。 And you wouldn't believe me if I did。〃 
 〃Va be'。Well then; what now?〃 He leaned back; picked up yet another cup of espresso; and tossed it back like a Russian tosses back a shot of vodka。 
 〃I would like you to do a search of all deaths in Italy over the past year in which the body was found burned or partially burned。〃 
 Esposito smiled。 〃Anotherfavor 。 。 。〃 He let his voice trail off into a cloud of smoke。 〃Here in Italy; we believe in the principle of reciprocation。 I would like you to tell me; Mr。 Pendergast; what you will be doing forme 。〃 
 Pendergast leaned forward。 〃Colonnello; all I can say is; one way or another Iwill return the favor。〃 
 Esposito gazed at him for a moment; stubbed out his cigarette。 〃Well then。 You're looking for a burned corpse in Italy。〃 He laughed。 〃That would involve half the homicides in the South。 The Mafia; Camorra; Cosa Nostra; the Sardinians…burning their victims after killing them is a time…honored tradition。〃 
 〃We can safely eliminate homicides related to organized crime; family or business feuds; or any for which you've already caught the killer。 We're looking for one that is isolated; perhaps an older person; probably rural。〃 
 D'Agosta stared at Pendergast。 What was he driving at? There was an eager glint in his eyes。 He was clearly hot on some trail and; as usual; wasn't sharing it with anyone。 
 〃That will narrow things down tremendously;〃 said Esposito。 〃I'll get someone on it right away。 It might take a day or two…we are not nearly as puterized as your FBI。〃 
 〃I am most grateful。〃 Pendergast rose and shook Esposito's hand。 
 The policeman leaned forward and said;〃Quann' 'o diavulo t'accarezza; vo'll'ànema。〃 
 As they exited into the sun; Pendergast turned to D'Agosta。 〃I find that I need to call on you again for a translation。〃 
 D'Agosta grinned。 〃It's an old Neapolitan proverb。You need a strong heart to resist the devil's caresses。 〃 
 〃Appropriate。〃 Pendergast inhaled。 〃What a fine day。 Shall we go sightseeing?〃 
 〃What'd you have in mind?〃 
 〃I hear Cremona is lovely this time of year。〃 
   
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 D'Agosta stepped out of the Cremona train station into thewarm sunlight of late morning。 A wind had sprung up and was shaking the leaves of the plane trees in the broad piazza that lay before them。 Beyond was the old part of the city; a cheerful medieval jumble of red…brick buildings rising from a maze of narrow streets。 Pendergast chose one of these…the Corso Garibaldi…and began striding down it quickly; his black suit coat flapping behind him in the stiff wind。 
 With a sigh of resignation; D'Agosta hastened to keep up。 He noticed the agent hadn't bothered to consult a map。 Pendergast had spent most of the train ride talking about the history of the nearby marble quarries at Carrara; and the extraordinary coincidence that the source of the purest white marble in the world was located only a few dozen miles downriver from the birthplace of the Renaissance; giving the Florentine sculptors options other than black or green marble。 He had deftly deflected D'Agosta's inquiries as to the reason why sightseeing had taken them here。 
 〃Now what?〃 D'Agosta asked; sounding a little more irritated than he intended。 
 〃Coffee。〃 Pendergast swerved into a café and approached the zinc bar。 D'Agosta felt his irritation swell。 
 〃Due caffè; per favore;〃Pendergast said。 
 〃Since when did coffee bee your favorite drink? I thought you were a green…tea man。〃 
 〃Usually; yes。 But when in Rome…or Cremona; as the case may be 。 。 。〃 
 The coffees arrived; in the usual tiny espresso cups。 Pendergast stirred his; tossed it down in the Italian manner。 D'Agosta drank his more slowly; catching Pendergast's eye。 There it was again: that look of eagerness。 
 〃My dear Vincent; please don't think I'm being intentionally mysterious。 In certain kinds of police work; there can be great danger in propounding theories。 They take on a life of their own。 They are like wearing colored spectacles; being the truth we see even when it is wrong。 So I hesitate to bandy theories…especially with someone whose judgment I respect as much as yours…until I have proof in hand。 That is why I have not asked foryour theories; either。〃 
 〃I don't have any theories。〃 
 〃You will; before the day is up。〃 He tossed a two…euro coin on the counter; and they went out。 〃Our first stop is the Palazzo unale; a fine example of medieval civic architecture; containing a notable marble chimneypiece by Pedoni。〃 
 〃Heck; I've always wanted to see that chimneypiece。〃 
 Pendergast smiled。 
 A ten…minute walk 

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