victor.â She threw a lace handkerchief into the middle of the table. âBut I have to go now. Iâm afraid my Moses is already furious.â She blew us her kisses and walked out.
âDevilishly attractive woman,â Simone said. âCapable of driving a man out of his mind.â He picked up the handkerchief with his cue, dipped his nose in its lace and rolled his eyes. âCharming!â¦Â I see you have also been unsuccessful in your attempts, Inspector?â
âMaybe if I spent as much time around her as you do,â I said darkly, gathering the balls into the rack. âWho asked you to hang around here in the billiard room, anyway?â
âYou didnât have to bring her here, blockhead,â Simone rejoined reasonably.
âWell, I couldnât take her to my room,â I snapped.
âYou shouldnât start things you donât know how to finish,âSimone advised. âAnd rack the balls more evenly, youâre playing with an expert here â¦Â There. What shall we play? London Bridge?â
âNo. Something simpler.â
âSomething simpler,â Simone agreed.
He placed the handkerchief carefully on the windowsill, paused for a second, lowered his head and peered through the window at something. Then he returned to the table.
âDo you remember what Hannibal did to the Romans near Cannes?â
âAll right, all right,â I said. âLetâs get going.â
âIâll jog your memory,â Simone said. With a series of elegant movements he nudged the cueball out to where he wanted it with his cue, took aim, and sunk it. Then he sunk another ball, and split the pyramid. Then, without giving me time to take any of his victims out of their pockets, he sunk two balls in a row, before finally whiffing.
âLucky for you,â he said, chalking his cue. âNow letâs see what you can do.â
I walked around the table, picking off the easiest ball.
âLook,â Simone said. He was again standing at the window and looking out at something off to one side. âSome fool is sitting on the roof â¦Â Excuse me
âtwo
fools! I mistook the standing one for a chimney. It appears that my triumphs have spawned imitators.â
âThatâs Hinkus,â I muttered, trying to get in a better position for my shot.
âHinkusâthatâs the little one whoâs always whining,â said Simone. âA scrap. Olaf on the other hand. The descendent of the ancient Scandinavian kings, believe me, Inspector Glebsky.â
Finally, I took my shot. And missed. It was a simple shot, too. Too bad. I stared at the end of the cue, examining its pad.
âThereâs nothing to seeânothing at all,â Simone said, approaching the table. âYouâve got no excuse.â
âWhatâs your shot?â I asked, watching him in confusion.
âTwo sides and then the middle,â he said with an innocent look.
I groaned and went to stand by the window, in order not to see. Simone shot. Then he shot again. Snap, crack, pop. Then he shot again and said:
âSorry, Inspector. Proceed.â
The shadow of the seated man threw his head back and raised a hand with a bottle in it. I saw that it was Hinkus. Heâll swallow and then pass the bottle to the standing figure. But who was standing?
âAre you going to shoot or not?â Simone asked. âWhat is it?â
âHinkus is getting drunk,â I said. âTodayâs the day he falls off the roof.â
Hinkus took a deep swig and then took up his previous pose. He didnât pass the bottle. Who was standing anyway? The kid, probably â¦Â Interesting, what could the kid have to talk to Hinkus about? I returned to the table, chose the easier ball and missed again.
âHave you read Coriolisâs memoir on billiards?â Simone asked.
âNo,â I said gloomily. âAnd I donât plan
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