The Love Philtre

The Love PhiltreI had just turned, for a last glance around the hotel room to make sure my wife and I had left nothing behind, when the phone rang."Milan calling, sir," the operator said."For me?" I said in surprise. I knew nobody in Milan. "Who is it?""Vittorio," a voice at the other end said. "Vittorio Adamello."I blinked at the gleaming blue of Lake Como outside the window of the hotel in which my wife and I had just spent three days. It did n...