The Plot Thickens...
Meanwhile, The Scarface offered me his pipe in a rare gesture of delicate camaraderie: “Care for a quickie?"
Now, a man of my standing has to play it safe. “Thanks, but no thanks!”
“Look, the word in the street is, there’re a couple of dangerous moguls on the loose in Monaco. It’s a no-brainer to assume a coup d'êtat is being schemed. So, we’d better start talking the talk.”
”What, you gonna read me my Miranda Rights?”- he grinned.
Well, I do appreciate quick wit as much as the next guy, but I’m nothing if not the pragmatist. I can grease the palm with the outmost discretion.
I can equally crack down on make-believe tough cookies. “Ever heard of the Added Value of the Duty Stamp?”- I hinted solemnly.
That did the trick, as I knew it would.
“All right, down to business then,”- The Scarface said magnanimously. “The Pretender to the Throne has given up pretending. He’s been offered a golden parachute, no less. I doubt his social life is particularly rip-roaring these days, but his bank account is fat and happy, all the same.
Now, The Usurpers. They’ve got plenty of staff strategically positioned throughout Principality.
That’s how they’ve placed their boots on the Monegasque ground. Top Execs and patronages, granted on nepotism merits and some such.
Rings any bell? Canny brutes, the lot of them!
They’ll probably oscillate back and forth, until reaching a certain point, and then will bluntly tossed in the last provocation. Satisfied?”
(To be continued)