Chronicles of Mystery: The Scorpio Ritual Walkthrough part 4

I honestly thought that rickshaw was going to fall apart. It'll manage your weight. Although I was angling for... Like wealthy customers? Do take note that a wealthy customer is never a skinny one. A true boss barely fits in here. A skinny one won't let you earn? A skinny one is skint. He'll be a helper or an errand boy for the fat one. What about skinny bosses? Only a fat one can truly enjoy life and spend with a grand gesture. Doesn't a true boss prefer to take a cab? Sometimes. But there are also those who aren't afraid of the streets. No better place than a rickshaw to observe the lives of regular folk. Have you seen this elderly gentleman recently? What? A tourist got separated from his group? Something like that. Alzheimer isn't a good tour guide. That's not the case. Anyway, have you seen him? Not today. What about earlier? He doesn't look rich. Family? Yes. Oh well. But I'll ask around. Soon as I know something, I'll pass it on. Sure, let me know. Have a nice evening. It won't be nice if I don't fix the rickshaw now. Here's the famous gallery that no collector can miss. This car is in the way. What's behind this door? Private property. You can't enter. Will you show me your biceps? Can't now. Maybe when I'm off? And when are you off? In about two hours. I don't feel like waiting that long. Take a walk around town. See some sights. This courtyard isn't very interesting. Go and see the old town. This gallery is famous, even on Malta. How's business going? Just look. Empty crates. All the merchandise is gone. The gallery folks don't do so well? I know nothing about that kind of business. They don't have many customers, and when they do, he leaves the place robbed to his underpants. Have you seen a bearded... I do not think so. Besides, when I am behind the counter, I don't have time to check up on what is happening on the other side of the road. What's that smell? Tobacco. I have many kinds. Very aromatic. So you sell tobacco? I sell pipes and smoking accessories. I don't think a pipe would suit me. What about a hookah? No, that's a different story. Quite so. Jeanette and me sprawled on the sofa and puffing on a hookah. Fantastic. So, I've got the best merchandise at the best price. No, no, not this time. I'm expecting a delivery of new hookahs. Beautiful babies. They can function as ornaments, too. I'd love to take a look at them when they arrive. You won't regret it. The gallery's quite something. You sell really pretty things here. Careful, don't touch. These aren't some plastic flower pots from a supermarket. May I take a look at these works of art? This is no flea market, girl. You looking to buy something? No, my uncle has plenty of those at home. Really? It's others who buy from him. Hmm, I know nearly all art dealers along the Mediterranean coast. I could swear I saw the same vases at his place. What's his area of expertise? Antiquity. I love ancient things. He says the same. It's this divine sense of proportion. A strength of form, confident power, and utter calm. Naked men wrestling. Immortalized in a sculpture which embodies harmony and pathos. Even my security guards resemble heroes of ancient times. Although the badly tailored suits aren't doing them any favors. My uncle is not so young anymore, and he doesn't like to travel. Pity. Sometimes, when friends or even strangers kidnap him to go to a symposium or some such, he says he'd pay any kind of money just to get back home. Prerogatives of an advanced age. But this is what young girls are for. So you can send them on errands while you stay home, right? You think he's at home? That's what you said. I wish. Now I don't understand anything. Did you close the door properly? Yes. The stench from the port is getting in again. My uncle is preparing his collection for sale. What is it exactly? Oh, it's quite impressive. Actually, a thousand pieces or so. A thousand? Where does he keep them? Well, you'd have to hurry. He's sending them off to Germany. How is it possible that I don't know about this? The demand is so high over there. A friend of ours ships them off before the paint even dries. He's painting them? That's a crime! No, our friend's customers are really fond of pre-war garden gnomes painted in bright colors. Garden gnomes? They would fit in beautifully with this modern art. Is this girl a complete dimwit or a visionary? What can you tell me about this signet ring? Let me take a look. A Maltese cross. Rather pretty. Where did you get it? Can you say when it was made? Leave it with me. I'll have an expert examine it. Today? I'll ask him. I'm sure he'd like to know who the previous owner was. I'll think about that. Of course, this will cost a bit. But I can buy it straight off, without any evaluation. How much? A hundred euro? Thank you, but I think that's nowhere near enough. That may be so, but I have to count in the possibility of it being a fake. I'll still have to pay the expert. Well, I won't be disturbing those masterpieces any longer. Yes, have fun sorting- If this car made a flashy entrance, the attention of the thug would be drawn away from the back of the gallery. But that face on the poster looks familiar. This kitten is naughty. It has to be shown out. I'm not putting my hand in there. I might get bitten. What if I were to use this ball in a cunning way? Even if I do this, the car won't move. I punched the ball. Let's go! What's up? The boss's car rolled off the hill and hit a post. The old bag forgot to pull the handbrake again? She's pissed off something royal. As if I was driving her car. That ain't such a stupid idea. I'm sure you were trying to impress some chick. Enough! Move your ass! Our bonus is on the line anyway. We have to somehow push the car out and get it to the garage. In order to get onto the roof of the outhouse, I have to build some sort of steps. Fortune favors the bold. Time for a little gymnastics. I wonder what the dark part of the warehouse hides. There's plenty of light here and total darkness there. What have we got here? Huh, what an interesting pendulum I've managed to assemble. How did it go? The ratio of the signs of the angles of incidence and refraction is a constant. I'll follow the ray of light. Switching panel. Just in case, let's keep it dark here. This won't work. These sculptures were also stolen from Gozo. I think they'll fit into my pocket. This is the Gozo tablet. I've found the thieves. I won't manage to take it away from here. You fish-stinking thief. She's been hanging around here all that time. Have you searched her? We found her. That's because I didn't steal anything. Nothing went missing from the warehouse. Some crates. Crates? That girl couldn't have carried them off. What were you looking for here? Doesn't matter. I could have you put in a Turkish jail. Stupid cow. Blinded with spotty fantasies of an easy life. Chuck her on the street where she belongs. The stones are gone. Who managed to take them? Hello? Yes, it's Anderson here. We've got to talk about those stones. I found out something extremely important. Do you know I actually held them? You're in Istanbul? Did you find your uncle? Unfortunately, no. What did you find out? I can't tell you on the phone. When will you come by my house? I won't make it today. Tomorrow, all right? Yes, okay. The car is gone. The stones are gone. Feina Flatono's nearly all collectors in the Mediterranean Basin. Where should I look for the lost... Where did that car go? Depends which one you mean. The cabriolet went to a garage? No, the one from the gate. No idea. Didn't even have time to chat to the driver. So, did you catch any big fish? No way. This rickshaw ain't going nowhere but the scrapyard. What a pessimist. What happened? The chain broke and the tires are flat. Well, um... What do you know? It fits. Very glad to hear that. So am I. Where did you get it? Oh, you know, I just strolled around collecting stuff. Wanted to make a necklace out of this chain, but I don't like it anymore. And I've got a nice little pump right here. Thanks a lot. I kind of figured you wouldn't want to give your wheel the kiss of... What an amazing intuition. So, will you give me a lift now? Sure. Hop in. The ride's on the house. I didn't even know I was this dangerous. I had to completely empty my pockets at the airport. What a mess. Someone was here and searched the apartment. The drawer is open, but nothing is missing. Thief didn't get as far as here. Maybe I scared him away when I went in. Uncle. Oh, uncle. How I wish you'd just peek from behind that door and say, I'm back.