De Monte Cristo and M. Zaccone are the same"--"Absolutely the same." Let us speak of M. Zaccone." Agreed." I asked you if you knew him?" Extremely wel...." Who is he?" The son of a rich shipbuilder in Malta." I know that is the report; but, as you are aware, the police does not content itself with vague reports." However," replied the abbe, with an affable smile, "when that report is in accordance with the truth, everybody must believe it, the police as well as all the rest." Are you sure of what. I am sorry Tom but the Jag Was sent to the shop for restoration last week, and your parents lent the Mercedes to your grand mother.” Replied Deana. “So you mean there are no car’s here, what do you get around in”? He replied in a very hostile tone. “Tom, I’m sorry but I don’t need a car here, if I need a ride I call a Cab, or today I borrowed a car from the Chef. I’m sorry Tom but I did not even know you were coming home till this morning. Now please finish up your dinner so that. She felt little embarrassed and said thank you.She invited my inside and asked me to have a coffee and I was sitting in the sofa and waiting for the coffee. She came back in 10 min offered me a cup. While having the coffee she started asking my whereabouts and I told her that I was working in software and bla bla. Then I asked her what she would do from morning till evening. She said she will do her daily chores and in free time I will spend the time on internet. I said thank you for the coffee. Marcos explained that he could not navigate the paths that he and Pol had taken on Doc’s previous visit with the Jeep.Pol, Wesley, and Margaret shared the back seat. Packs were strapped to the back of the Jeep. Doc and Marcos rode in the front. Even Margaret joined in the singing in the backseat as Wesley and Pol laughed together. Pol took his turn entertaining Wesley and Margaret with some simple but proficient sleight of hand. He told them he liked magic and was learning how to make things.