Vladimir Nabokov. El Leonardo
Vladimir Nabokov. THE LEONARDO
Early next morning police agents arrived; they searched the murdered man's room and briefly questioned Anton, who had come out into the passage. Gustav stayed in bed, replete and somnolent, his face the color of Westphalian ham, in contrast to the whitish tufts of his eyebrows.
Presently, the police left and Anton returned. He was in an unusual state of elation, choking with laughter, flexing his knees, noiselessly hitting his palm with his fist.
"What fun!" he said. "Do you know who the fellow was? A leonardo!"
In their lingo a leonardo (from the name of the painter) meant a maker of counterfeit bills. And Anton related what he had manag