I felt hugely proud of myself and sat back smugly, expecting to be showered with compliments by my team-mates. Surely it was the very least they could do after listening to my brilliant deductions, don’t you think? ‘Personally I think that we should just hand over the painting to Melentyev and forget about the whole business,’ said Rook, puncturing my inflated ego in one fell swoop. ‘I believe that we should continue investigating,’ wrote Cavalo, coming to my rescue. ‘In the first place, because forgetting the whole thing now would just be crazy. After what Peón has told us, we can’t go back and act as if nothing at all has happened. And secondly, because if nobody has found these treasures yet, we’ve got just as much right as they have to try and get our hands on them.’ ‘AMEN! WE’VE GOT EVERY RIGHT IN THE WORLD TO BE SLAUGHTERED LIKE PIGS BY MELENTYEV.’ ‘Melentyev doesn’t know who we are,’ I insisted. ‘He doesn’t even know who Roi is. Nobody knows our identities, and they can’t find them out.’ ‘No more stupid remarks, please,’ interrupted Donna, abruptly.
