In the garden of a private club, the shade of the magnolia was wrapped strong smell of cigars.
Count dell'Agno reached friends and sat on his favorite chair.
Alfonso, the waiter came over in silence with a tray and offered him a silver box worked.
"His Romeo y Juliet, my Lord."
The nobleman thanked him, and ordered the Scotch aged.
lit with slow gestures and smoke enveloped him in a dense cloud.
"Why this delay, dear Philip?" Asked Otto of the Carrera, said the Red Baron, because of the lineage and hair color.
"I landed two hours ago. I spent Easter in my estate in Argentina. At work, of course. When you have 15 000 acres of grassland and rough gringo at your service, you can not rest. "
" I've sold just for this. "Laughed the Marquis of Monte Cristo Augustus. "I've been to Dubai and Singapore. Skyscrapers. Arabs investing in cement and weapons. The first impression I make, the other to become even richer. "
" What a life of sacrifice, our own. "
"So the only one who enjoyed myself." Sighed the Red Baron. "I came riding in my estate in New Hampshire with the Duchess of Snowhill, for lunch on the grass. Very delicious, I must admit. "
" The Lady or breakfast? "
" We did not eat much, indeed, my dear. "
The three remained silent, including the chirping and the sun filtering through the branches. Distracted skimmed through the newspapers and listened to the chatter of the other members of the club.
Three nurses came quietly, hands in the pockets of coats and fake smiles sewn on.
"Here you are." Said one, and went to the count.
"Ohibò." he answered, and made the gesture to get up from his chair. Another requirement
the "cigar" to the Red Baron and shook his head.
"No more licorice, Brass. You know that the doctor does not want to, not good for you. "
Without saying anything, Augusto rolled up the sleeve of his sweater and put his shoulder.
"Come on, come on."
The third nurse pulled out of his pocket a syringe and injected a sedative to Marquis.
"Good boys. Your trip to the park is finished. We have to go back to your room. And do not try to run as usual. "And showed them a small device that was often used to stun. The six
walked briskly toward the building. Above the entrance the word "psychiatric hospital" seemed to smile maliciously.
Before being brought to everyone in your padded room and cozy, Brass, Philip Augustus and slowed the pace.
"Soon is May 1."
'Labour Day'.
"We could organize another trip out of town ..."
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