Waiting for a leaving

Couldn’t I read relaxed? Wasn’t she leaving? And now the rings…They all could have suspected something… but no. It seems that this point has reinforced the idea of suicide, so that’s perfect! Now I only need them to come back home.

Mr. Greenleaf in Venice

Mr. Greenleaf seemed too worried when he called me yesterday; the police think Dickie is dead by suicide, and that is good. But this is why he is here now! And that private detective… I ought to avoid him and his questions: what if Dickie isn’t dead, but hidden?

Unexpected visit

Oh no! Marge again!... God, I cannot stand it. What about the house? She is asking too much and looks suspicious about it, of course. Well, I can say I have decided to spend all my money, so this is what I’m going to tell; at least, it’s not exactly false. If he knew about Dickie’s will… I definitely hate her!!!
And I don’t want to go to that stupid party tomorrow… this is what happens when you have been Dickie’s friend…

Marge's letter

Munich, 3 March 19-- Dear Tom: Thanks for your letter. It was very kind of you. I’ve answered the police in writing, and one came up to see me. I won’t be coming by Venice, but thanks for your invitation. I am going to Rome day after tomorrow to meet Dickie’s father, who is flying over. It was a good idea for you to write to him. I have come down with fever; literally enable to get out of bed for four days. I did want to say I don’t agree with you at all that Dickie might have committed suicide. He just isn’t the type. He might have been murdered in some back alley of Naples, or even in Rome., because who knows whether he got up to Rome or not after he left Sicily? I can also imagine him running out on obligations to such an extent that he’d be hiding now. I think that’s what he’s doing. I’m glad you think the forgeries are a mistake. Of the bank, I mean. So do I. Dickie has changed so much since November, it could easily have changed his handwriting, too. Nice to know your address finally. Thanks again for your letter, your advice, and invitations. Best, Marge

I think I’m also going to write to aunt Dottie…Nobody knows…what if she sends me some money?

Collaborating with police

Well… I should appear calm in front of the police, I have to be as the innocent Tom that in some way has been apart of this story…And now that he has seen the news, wants to help as much as possible…Yes!
But how could I come to solve the matter of hotels? I have never registered… Well I’m going to say I’ve been living in a modest way: sleeping where I could…
I should also do something with Marge…maybe I write to her…

Welcome Mr. Ripley!

I do not fancy being Tom again, but it is saver to be Tom Ripley than the suspicious Dickie Greenleaf. The police want to interrogate Dickie because of Miller’s murder and because of Ripley’s disappearance. Italian police believe that they have interrogated Dickie at the beginning of the month, so I will not be able to be suspected of Dickie’s death if they do not find his body. Moreover, it would be strange that the police related me with Milles’ case.

I know that is better, but it is hard to become nobody again! I will not dress expensive clothes, which is what I hate more: I will not gain money for doing nothing... unless... if Dickie disappears... I can write his will...

Calm

I am enjoying quite days in Palerm. I have no worries. I have been travelling around and visiting several places. I am wasting “my money” in good meals, carriage trips and museums tickets.

I am alone but it is not the kind of sensations that I had in Paris. I feel peaceful.