“Does that seem right to you? Doesn’t it cry out to God for vengeance that this child of sin is going to enjoy the vineyard of Le Zubbie? And that whore and her cuckolded pimp of a husband are going to live it up after killing poor Don Filippo?” “Killing him? But the inspector said the marchese died after slipping and falling into the gorge.” “Yes, but why did he slip?” “How should I know? He lost his footing.” “No, sir. The pharmacist was like an open book on this point. He said that the marchese felt ill—he felt, I dunno, faint or something, and then he fell into the gorge.” “So?” “You really surprise me, Father. He felt faint, or dizzy, because of the state that whore had left him in.” “That whore, as you call her, and I’m sorry to defend her, did nothing more than what the marchese asked her to do.
