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distance, it was too late, and the train was upon her.
    Peppito never mentioned it again, what happened then, at least not after he described it in his report that afternoon. Nor did the officer with him, nor the men in the engine of the freight train, though one of them had seen it happen before, three years ago, just outside Budapest.
    Later, the papers reported that seven hundred Euros had been found in the woman’s purse. Signora Battestini’s niece, who held power of attorney for her aunt, declared that she had, the previous day, collected her aunt’s pension at the post office and taken it to her: seven hundred and twelve Euros.
    Given the state of the Romanian woman’s body, no attempt was made to check for traces of Signora Battestini’s blood. One of the men who had been in the compartment with her said that she had seemed very disturbed when she got on to the train in Venice but had grown noticeably calmer the farther they got from the city, and the other one said she had been careful to take the plastic bag with her when she went down the corridor to the toilet.
    In the absence of other suspects, it was declared that she was the likely murderer, and it was decided that police energies could be better employed than in continued investigation of the case. It was not closed, merely left unattended: in the normal course of things, it would disappear for lack of attention and, after the sensational headlines which greeted the murder and the Romanian’s flight had been forgotten, it would join them in oblivion.
    The authorities attempted to establish at least the bureaucratic evidence relating to the murder of Maria Grazia Battestini. Her niece said that the Romanian woman, whom she had known only as Flori, had been with her aunt for four months before the crime. No, the niece had not hired her: that was all in the hands of her aunt’s lawyer, Roberta Marieschi. Dottoressa Marieschi, it turned out, served as lawyer for a number of elderly persons in the city, and for many of them she procured maids and domestic helpers, primarily from Romania, where she had contacts with various charitable organizations.
    Dottoressa Marieschi knew nothing more about Florinda Ghiorghiu than what was contained in her passport, a copy of which Dottoressa Marieschi had in her possession. The original was found in a cloth bag tied to the waist of the woman who had fallen under the train and, when cleaned and examined, it turned out to be false, and not even a very good forgery. Dottoressa Marieschi, when questioned about this, replied that it was not her job to recertify the validity of passports which the Immigration Police had accepted as genuine, merely to find clients for whom the persons bearing those passports – and here she took the opportunity to repeat the phrase, ‘which the Immigration Police had accepted as genuine’ – might be suitable.
    She had met the Ghiorghiu woman only once, four months before, when she had taken her to Signora Battestini’s home and introduced the two women. Since then, she had had no further contact with her. Yes, Signora Battestini had complained about the Romanian woman, but Signora Battestini was in the habit of complaining about the help that was sent to her.
    Because the case remained in limbo, the niece could get no answer to her questions about the state of her aunt’s apartment, whether it was still a protected crime scene or not. When she tired of the lack of response, she consulted with Dottoressa Marieschi, who assured her that the conditions of her aunt’s will were sufficiently clear to guarantee her undisputed possession ofthe entire building. A week after Signora Battestini’s death the two women met and discussed at length the legal status of the dead woman’s estate. Assured by the lawyer’s words, the niece went into the apartment the day after their conversation and cleaned it. Whatever she judged to be of potential