I looked at Prince Malbonte's picture again. His forehead was wrinkled while there were different types of lines on his face as if someone had been tripping him, then he was tripped and photographed.

"The ones who did those silly things were our maids from the packhouse," the Don laughed as if he already had a vision of what he was going to tell. "Our packhouse keepers said they helped him get out of his siesta to play in the garden, they also didn't let me know so in return, my son said that starting that day they can do what they want to do with him. That's what happened...