A Creature of the Night: An Italian EnigmaHume, Fergus
Philosophy
A Creature of the Night: An Italian Enigma
Hume, Fergus
British -- Italy -- Fiction; Mystery fiction
For the first time during the week I had a good night's rest, for ever
since my adventure the events in connection therewith had succeeded
one another so rapidly that my brain was kept in too active a state to
admit of slumber, but now that everything seemed to be at an end, that
the antidote had been found, and that Pallanza would be restored to
Bianca Angello, my mind was relieved of the strain upon it, and I
slept soundly till morning. In fact, I did not waken till nearly
eleven o'clock, and having taken my bath I dressed myself slowly, made
a good meal at midday, and altogether felt better than I had done for
the last week.
As my appointment with Beltrami was for half-past two I did not go to
Casa Angello for my usual singing lesson, not wishing to see the
Signorina until I could tell her the good news that her lover was
alive and well. It was true Beltrami had asserted that the antidote
would awaken the young man from his death-like slumber, but
remembering that he had now been in this state of catalepsy for nearly
a week, I felt doubtful as to the success of the experiment. However,
a few hours would now decide the fate of Pallanza for life or death,
and in the event of the antidote acting according to the expectations
of the Marchese, I promised myself I should be the first to carry the
joyful news of this wonderful resurrection to the Signorina Bianca.
When two o'clock struck I could no longer restrain my impatience, but
set off without further delay to see Beltrami at his apartments. He
had just returned from the barracks, and was taking some biscuits and
wine when I was announced, but jumped up when he saw me and came
forward with outstretched hand,--
"Eh! mon ami, I am delighted to see you! Sit down, while I finish this
small meal. Will you have a glass of wine?"
"No, thank you, Marchese!"
"Then take a cigarette, there are some on that table."
The Marchese returned to his wine and biscuits, while I lighted a
cigarette, and lay down On the sofa.
"Excuse me lying down, Luigi, but our last night's experience has
knocked me up terribly."
"You would never do for a soldier, Signor Hugo! I've been drilling
some stupid recruits all the morning, and I feel perfectly fresh.
Ecco! I'm glad to see you, however, as I have some news to tell you."
"About Pallanza?"
"Eh? No! About Madame Morone."
"Ah! she has found out we were at the vault?"
"Dame! not a bit of it. She left Verona by the five o'clock train last
night."
"Left Verona!" I cried, rising hastily from my recumbent position.
"Why has she gone away?"
"Eh! who knows?" replied Beltrami, shrugging his shoulders. "She
didn't even leave a message for me, her promised husband. I think,
myself, the empty pillar of yesterday startled her. She evidently
thought everything was discovered, therefore has gone to Rome so that
she Can appeal to the King in case of trouble."
"And what are you going to do, Marchese?"
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