Chapter XI
"Crispy was here lying on the ground: a fatal heart attack." Mark had pointed to the chalk outline on the floor, drawn around the corpse before it was taken to the morgue: "When I came home last night I found the Police here." Maybe he hadn’t slept, he was still upset and had not even invited us to sit down. He had started going back and forth between the living room and the terrace. The glasses were scattered around in disorder just as the guests had left them the night before: "Montgomery asked me last night on the phone," Mark explained noting my gaze, "to leave everything as it was, above all the glasses and bottles."
Norma was very pale. Whether it was because of the lack of sleep or the unexpected unpleasant news, I too was feeling unwell: "When did it happen?" I asked L
