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Quite all right. I just hope I can be of help. This is a tragic business.

Pendergast nodded.

That's a complicated question requiring a long answer.

D'Agosta cleared his throat. "Where'd he get his money?"

Indeed. Anyway, while living in Florence, Grove had become quite devout. In an intellectual kind of way, as some people do. He loved to engage me in discussion. There is, Mr. Pendergast, such a thing as a Catholic intellectual, and that was Grove.

He was very happily married. He adored his wife. And then, quite abruptly, she left him, ran off with another man. To say that Grove was devastated is not saying enough. He was destroyed. And he focused his anger on God.

Grove stayed in Florence and I visited him several times. He was living in a beautiful villa in the hills south of the city.

Grove stayed in Florence and I visited him several times. He was living in a beautiful villa in the hills south of the city.

Quite all right. I just hope I can be of help. This is a tragic business.

I sincerely apologize for this intrusion, said Pendergast.

Angels of Purgatoryis his latest.

Father Cappi laughed. "Very true, Sergeant D'Agosta."

Why did he call you?

Grove stayed in Florence and I visited him several times. He was living in a beautiful villa in the hills south of the city.

Jeremy Grove and I go way back. We met at Columbia as students many years ago. I went on to the priesthood, and he went to Florence to study art. In those days, we were both-well, I wouldn't call us religious in the usual sense of the word. We were both spirituallyintrigued . We used to argue to all hours of the morning about questions of faith, epistemology, the nature of good and evil, and so forth. I went on to study theology at Mount St. Mary's. We continued our friendship, and a few years later I officiated over Grove's marriage.

As I told the police, the call came to my home at 3:10 in the morning-the answering machine registered the time-but every year I take a two-week retreat here, and so I wasn't home to receive it. I check my messages upon rising-it's a violation of the rules, but I've got an elderly mother. I immediately headed out to Long Island, but, of course, it was too late.

D'Agosta cleared his throat. "Where'd he get his money?"

Pendergast nodded.

Sergeant D'Agosta is a writer of mysteries, explained Pendergast.

Pendergast nodded.

D'Agosta mumbled his thanks. For the second time that day, he found himself feeling embarrassed. He would have to talk to Pendergast about sounding off about his abortive writing career.

Is that so I love detective stories. Give me a title.

You're right there, said D'Agosta with feeling. "Those who can't do, teach, and those who can't teach, critique."

Grove stayed in Florence and I visited him several times. He was living in a beautiful villa in the hills south of the city.

D'Agosta mumbled his thanks. For the second time that day, he found himself feeling embarrassed. He would have to talk to Pendergast about sounding off about his abortive writing career.

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