Harry had written to tell Giles they would be setting out on their official tour at ten o'clock. He checked his watch - a few minutes past eleven, with luck the tour would be nearly over. He bought two tickets, handed one to Emma, bounded up the steps to the galleria and went in search of the school party. Emma took her time admiring the Bernini statues that dominated the first four rooms, but then she wasn't in a hurry. Giles went from gallery to gallery until he spotted a group of young men dressed in dark claret jackets and black flannel trousers, who were crowded around a small portrait of an elderly man dressed in a cream silk cassock with a white mitre on his head.
'There they are,' he said, but Emma was nowhere to be seen. Not giving his sister another thought, he headed over to the attentive group. The moment he saw her, he quite forgot the reason he had come to Rome.
'Caravaggio was commissioned to paint this portrait of Pope Paul V in 1605,' she said, with a slight accent. 'You will notice that it was not finished, and that is because the artist had to flee from Rome.'
'Why, miss?' demanded a young boy in the front row, who was clearly determined to take Deakins's place at some time in the future.
'Because he became involved in a drunken brawl, during which he ended up killing a man.'
'Did they arrest him?' asked the same boy.
'No,' said the tour guide, 'Caravaggio always managed to move on to the next city before the forces of justice could catch up with him, but in the end the Holy Father decided to grant him a pardon.'
'Why?' demanded the same boy.
'Because he wanted Caravaggio to carry out several more commissions for him. Some of them are among the seventeen works that can still be seen in Rome today.'
At that moment, Harry spotted Giles gazing in awe in the direction of the painting. He left the group and walked across to join him. 'How long have you been standing there?' he asked.
'Long enough to fall in love,' said Giles, his eyes still fixed on the tour guide.
Harry laughed when he realized it wasn't the painting Giles was staring at, but the elegant, self-assured young woman who was addressing the boys. 'I think she's a bit out of your age group,' said Harry, 'and I suspect even your price range.'
'I'm willing to take that risk,' said Giles as the guide led her little group into the next room. Giles followed obediently and positioned himself so he had a clear view of her, while the rest of the group studied a statue of Paolina Borghese by Canova, 'arguably the greatest sculptor of all time', she said. Giles wasn't going to disagree with her.
'Well, that brings us to the end of our tour,' she announced. 'But if you have any more questions I will be here for a few more minutes, so don't hesitate to ask.'
Giles didn't hesitate.
Harry watched in amusement as his friend strode up to the young Italian woman and began chatting to her as if they were old friends. Even the little boy from the front row didn't dare to interrupt him. Giles rejoined Harry a few minutes later, a large grin plastered across his face.
'She's agreed to have dinner with me tonight.'
'I don't believe you,' said Harry.
'But a problem has arisen,' he added, ignoring his friend's Doubting Thomas look.
'More than one, I suspect.'
'... which can be overcome with your assistance.'
'You need a chaperone to accompany you,' suggested Harry, 'just in case things get out of hand.'
'No, you ass. I want you to take care of my sister while Caterina introduces me to Rome's night-life.'
'Not a hope,' said Harry. 'I didn't come all the way to Rome just to act as your babysitter.'
'But you're my best friend,' pleaded Giles. 'If you won't help me, who else can I turn to?'
'Why don't you try Paolina Borghese? I doubt if she has any plans for tonight.'
'All you have to do is take her out for dinner, and make sure she's in bed by ten.'
'Forgive me for mentioning it, Giles, but I thought you'd come to Rome to have dinner with me?'
'I'll give you a thousand lira if you take her off my hands. And we can still have breakfast at my hotel in the morning.'
'I'm not that easily bribed.'
'And,' said Giles, playing his trump card, 'I'll also give you my recording of Caruso singing La Boheme.'
Harry turned to find a young girl standing by his side.
'By the way,' said Giles, 'this is my sister, Emma.'
'Hello,' said Harry. Turning back to Giles, he said, 'You've got yourself a deal.'
Harry joined Giles for breakfast at the Palace Hotel the following morning, when his friend greeted him with the same immodest smile he always wore just after he'd scored a century.
'So, how was Caterina?' Harry asked, not wanting to hear his reply.
'Beyond my wildest dreams.'
Harry was about to question him more closely when a waiter appeared by his side. 'Cappuccino, per favore.' Then he asked, 'So how far did she let you go?'
'All the way,' said Giles.
Harry's mouth fell open, but no words came out. 'Did you ...'
'Did I what?'
'Did you ...' Harry tried again.
'Yes?'
'See her naked?'
'Yes, of course.'
'The whole body?'
'Naturally,' said Giles as a cup of coffee was placed in front of Harry.
'The bottom half as well as the top?'
'Everything,' said Giles. 'And I mean everything.'
'Did you touch her breasts?'
'I licked her nipples actually,' said Giles, taking a sip of coffee.
'You did what?'
'You heard me,' said Giles.
'But did you, I mean, did you ...'
'Yes, I did.'
'How many times?'
'I lost count,' said Giles. 'She was insatiable. Seven, perhaps eight. She just wouldn't let me get to sleep. I'd still be there now if she hadn't had to be at the Vatican museum at ten this morning to lecture the next bunch of brats.'
'But what if she gets pregnant?' said Harry.
'Don't be so naive, Harry. Try to remember she's an Italian.' After another sip of coffee, he asked, 'So, how did my sister behave herself ?'
'The food was excellent, and you owe me your Caruso recording.'
'That bad? Well, we can't all be winners.'
Neither of them had noticed Emma enter the room until she was standing by their side. Harry leapt up and offered her his seat. 'Sorry to leave you,' he said, 'but I have to be at the Vatican museum by ten.'
'Give Caterina my love!' shouted Giles as Harry almost ran out of the breakfast room.
Giles waited until Harry was out of sight before he asked his sister, 'So, how did last night go?'
'Could have been worse,' she said, picking up a croissant. 'A bit serious, isn't he?'
'You should meet Deakins.'
Emma laughed. 'Well, at least the food was good. But don't forget, I now own your gramophone.'
37
GILES LATER DESCRIBED IT as the most memorable night of his life - for all the wrong reasons.
The annual play is one of the major events in the Bristol Grammar School calendar, not least because the city boasts a fine theatre tradition, and 1937 was to prove a vintage year.