4 mosche di velluto grigio (The Four Velvet Flies AKA 4 Flies on Grey Velvet) Page #2

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It's good for you. High quantities

of phosphorous protein and all that crap.

I'm not much for macrobiotics.

Just as I suspected.

A typical victim of the consumer society.

It's like this. I killed this guy.

I didn't even know him.

It was an accident.

The police don't know about it.

But somebody else does.

Someone who was there.

Took pictures of me killing him.

Now they're blackmailing me.

But that's not all. It isn't just anyone.

It's someone who knows me pretty well.

One night some friends were at the house.

And I found one of those damned photos

stuck in between the records.

Half an hour before it wasn't there.

One of them must have put it there.

- You gonna pay up?

- I've got not money.

What about your wife?

Her family's got money.

He's not after money.

That's what's so weird.

He's just making my life a hell,

and I don't know why!

Nasty business.

Now, take God's advice.

First, get yourself a private investigator.

Have him check around...

Tail you, protect you too.

'Cause if I'm not mistaken, and I'm not,

your life's in danger.

Arrosio's a good private dick.

A bit eccentric, but he's smart and cheap.

- Second, get the professor to watch your house.

- The professor?

Yeah.

You know him.

He's always lying around here in a hammock.

We call him professor 'cause of his elegant ways.

He kisses the ladies' hands,

he don't pick his nose in public.

And I know 1,280 verses from the Bible by heart.

What's up?

Let's say for a thou...

Ok, a thou five a day, I want you to keep an

eye on the house of my friend here.

He's a great musician.

- Hey, you're blushing.

- Who's blushing?

- You're turning red. Ain't he, professor?

- As red as the Kremlin.

You see anything strange, like blackmailers

and murderers or the like...

- I step in, right?

- Wrong. You tell us.

- Oh. Fish? Can I have a fish?

- No.

You bastard you!

What do you want? What do you want?

Special delivery..!

- Special delivery letter. I never...

- I'm sorry. I thought you were...

- What do you want from me now?

- Nothing. You don't understand...

I don't understand? You mugged me.

You tried to kill me. You nearly strangled me!

What's everyone got against mailmen, huh?

Besides all the evidence I've got here, I saw you.

Yes. That's right.

Yes, exactly.

In cash.

Look, I don't care why you're doing it,

I'm only interested in the money.

And don't try any funny business

or I'll go to the police.

Understand?

Do you know the playground in the park?

I'll be waiting for you there.

This afternoon.

Right.

Amelia.

- What's the matter?

- Help me! I'm locked in and someone's following me!

- Don't worry! I'll climb over.

- Hurry!

It's too high, lady.

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