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The Fourth Secret
An Inspector Montalbano Mystery
Andrea Camilleri
Translated by Gianluca Rizzo and Dominic Siracusa
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Why did he find himself, at about three in the morning, hiding in a doorway, following Catarella’s movements? As much as he tried, he couldn’t come up with an answer, but two things were certain: first, he knew that Catarella was doing something he wasn’t supposed to be doing; second, he knew that his officer needed to be kept in the dark about the fact that he was following him. But what was the meaning of this whole business? Was Catarella committing a crime? Wearing his uniform, keeping low to the ground, the officer was walking cautiously along the wall of a crumbling home, with black holes where the windows used to be. Growing further surprised, Montalbano noticed that Catarella was dragging his left foot and was holding his revolver. The street was completely deserted; of the ten lamps that were supposed to light it, five were out. The officer froze suddenly, looked around, then walked toward a car parked along the sidewalk. Even though it was dark, Montalbano thought he saw some movement in the car. In fact, the door opened and a man got out. What happened next looked like something out of an American film: as Catarella picked up speed heading toward the man, the stranger raised his gun and fired. It must have been a large-caliber weapon, for the officer, shot in the chest, was thrown against the wall two or three yards behind him. Before Montalbano could move, the man got back in the car, which then peeled away. In two leaps, the inspector reached Catarella. He was laying on the ground uncomfortably, with a big, dark stain in the middle of his chest. His eyes were closed and he was panting.
“Catarè! Gesù Cristo! Catarè!”
Catarella opened his eyes and managed to focus them on the inspector only with great difficulty.
Montalbano squatted next to him.
“Catarè!”
“Ah, sir, is that you?”
“Yes, Catarè, it’s me. What happened? What was that?”
Catarella tried to speak, but a mouthful of blood prevented him from saying anything.
“Catarè, don’t move, I’m going to call …”
“No, sir,” Catarella whispered, “don’t call anyone, there’s no need. It’s all over. Haven’t you realized, sir? It’s all an act.”
Montalbano was confused: it was clear that the officer was delirious, so near to death he had lost his mind. But he couldn’t resist asking: “What do you mean it’s all an act?”
Catarella was grinning. Was ............

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