About a certain return

Part 14

And that's when I made my entrance, through the smoke.

My presence reminded Velceanu how the five spies have been eliminated in the conspiracy's house on Raul the Great street from the 12th area...

– Look at this ghost! He always shows up when something is about to be shared. What did you bring, what did you bring us, Dickhead? Something for the front page? Look how many problems come out once you left us! You smile any way, say anything, kiss all the hidden parts only to seal an agreement that you'll later deny... The politics, what a slut!

It was me who said that? "The politics..." That thing?

– What a slut, gentlemen...!

And I once said to Marton:

– I had a breath-taking headline for tomorrow: THE HORENDOUS CRIME PERPETRATED BY A CLERK OF THE NATIONAL LIBRARY.

– Do you want to kill me, said Mr Marton putting a grin of surprise on his face, then he moved his hat onto the back and set relaxed on his chair? Do you want to kill me? I wouldn't be the first head editor sacrificed for some dirty backstage games, would I? I knew you were implicated in that movement... The Opinion... Please, come up with an explanation. Since the existence of this newspaper, with its glorious story, I'd say, since the Grevanu's sward statue..., since then this newspaper is published, look: "founded in the year 271, independent newspaper", a year of nightmare, so, since then it never had such an incompetent team, of such a bunch of soft dicks that cannot tide up an acceptable edition...

It was Marton, that great poet!

– Mr Marton... ("You would be damned if not polite enough!"), Mr Head Editor, I still don't understand who has the major stock of this paper, who's politics do we follow...

– Are you able to understand anything? That would be amazing, you dickhead, ha, ha, ha!

Marton has named us all Dick for not to be confused between names and I owed the surname to his remark: What do you think you are, a dickhead? And all others with spirit of imitation said me Dickhead.

– I believe it is CiSe.

– Sorry?

– What, jumped up all the other editors? That's a "coup d'état!"

They were referring to the trick that ruined the king's reputation, in that special year that brought the dictatorship of his council. There had been a revolution, all the mob stepping on each other in the streets, asserting their love for the same masters, but dyed in a different color. Then showed up shyly, but started to roar later, a class of opportunists: the revolutionary donkeys. Marton scratching his grey beard, shouted with load voice: Hold on! Give the name of that title... "The murder...", what murder?

– THE HORRENDOUS CRIME COMITTED BY...

– That's all!

Marton passed his fingers through his beard and took away his pipe: Big, on the top of the front page, in black with something like a drop of blood: THE HORRENDOUS CRIME... COMITTED ON THE GREAT LADY? No, it cannot be. THE GREAT JUDGE...? Hm...! THE MINISTER! The President of the ministers' council. That's what I call "news"! If it's the case, you can deny it afterwards, ha-ha! Write down, you came up with this news!

– Me?

– Quick, the minister's Cartigea biography. You, Dickhead, boy! Where have you been until now? The psychological profile of the killer...

"A political crime! Sensational news at Baricada's headquarters! Today, at the hour... What was the time? 10 pm, or so... The history of a fact that took place in the future! At 10.05 pm a young man came in the dining room and swoop upon Mr Cartigea who was having peacefully his lunch and stabbed him in the chest with his own fork. The murder was witnessed by the horrified staff of the restaurant and the bodyguards. Knowing the president's sexual orientation (a cliché) the young man has been mistaken for one of his acquaintances. It's believed that on this resemblance has been used by the killers, I say "killers" as, undoubtedly, this horrendous crime has been well prepared and perpetrated by a forbidden organization, who's network goes as up as the highest levels of the power. Apparently, the killer is a humble clerk at the National Library, but the forensic investigation foresees a network far more related..."