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not open to the public.’
    It was like being told Orson Welles hadn’t run through the sewers.
    ‘I give up,’ Diamond said. ‘Where do we go to see something authentic in this city?’
    ‘Some of the exhibits are authentic. The salt and pepper pots unquestionably belonged to Beethoven.’
    ‘Big deal,’ Diamond murmured to Paloma.
    ‘You asked where it is,’ the old man said. ‘You’ll find it west of Freyung. This is an old part of the city. You go up a cobbled lane called Schreyvogelgasse to the Mölker Bastei and the Pasqualati House is there. I’ll show you.’
    ‘Is it worth it?’ Diamond asked Paloma, but she had already passed their map across.
    ‘Here.’ A bony finger pinned down the map. ‘At the western margin of the Innere Stadt.’
    ‘Some way off, then,’ Diamond said. ‘Maybe we should choose another composer’s house.’
    ‘This is Schreyvogelgasse. As you pass along, you may wish to glance at number eight. The doorway is famous. It’s where Harry Lime first appears in that film,
The Third Man
.’
    Diamond’s eyes widened.
    ‘It looks as if we’ll be going there after all,’ Paloma said.
    In the taxi, Diamond said, ‘I’m beginning to understand. They post little old men all over the city to bring innocent tourists down to earth with a bump.’
    ‘He was trying to be helpful.’
    ‘So was the guy on the Ferris wheel. There are some things I’d rather not be helped with.’
    ‘That’s rich – from a professional detective.’
    ‘A secret romantic.’
    Her eyebrows popped up.
    In the cobbled street she told him to stand in the doorway of number eight for a photo.
    ‘I can’t. It’s so cheesy.’
    ‘But you want to.’
    He didn’t need any more persuading. He took up the pose, even giving his straw hat a rakish tilt.
    The Beethoven house pleased Paloma. There was a good atmosphere and enough genuine relics to make the old man’s criticisms unimportant. ‘To think
Fidelio
was created here,’ she said.
    ‘Next door.’
    ‘It doesn’t seem to matter any more. Are you impressed? I’m sure I can feel his presence.’
    ‘It’s not my strongest suit, classical music,’ he admitted.
    ‘What is, apart from the Harry Lime Theme?’
    ‘Queen’s greatest hits, I suppose.’
    ‘I can see I’ll have to work on you.’
    ‘You can try. It’s still your day. How shall we spend our last couple of hours here?’
    ‘Let’s take a look at the Danube. Is it really blue? We haven’t seen it by daylight.’
    The nearest bridge wasn’t far from their hotel. They packed, cleared their room, left the cases in a storeroom and strolled down Schwedenplatz.
    ‘You’re not going to believe this,’ Diamond said, studying the map. ‘It isn’t actually the Danube.’
    ‘Get away.’
    ‘It’s the Danube canal. The river is way off to the north-east.’
    ‘Second best as usual, then.’
    Blue the water was, under a clear sky. They walked to the centre of the bridge and watched the shipping gliding underneath. A breeze ruffled Paloma’s hair.
    ‘This has been a treat,’ she said, linking her arm with his.
    ‘All of it?’
    ‘Every minute, now I look back. We got you out of the CID room for a whole weekend. Go on, admit it, you needed the break.’
    ‘It’s done me good,’ he said.
    ‘And all because of that scratch-card. Next time we shouldn’t rely on a piece of luck. I’ll try persuading you to look at a travel brochure.’
    ‘Don’t push it.’
    With more time in hand they bought ice creams and took a walk along the embankment.
    ‘Look, someone’s dropped some flowers,’ Paloma said as they approached a point where some steps led down to a mooring. A bunch of pinkish-white flowers wrapped in paper was lying on the pavement. When they got closer, they sawmore flowers pressed into the lattice mouldings in the wall. Most were dead carnations. ‘It must have fallen out.’ She stooped to lodge the fresh flowers back into a space in the stonework. They were