Marc'antonio nodded, following my argument. "But there is another difficulty," I went on. "My father, who does not lie, told me once that King Theodore returned to the island in the year 'thirty-nine, where he stayed but for a week; and that not until a year later did his queen escape across to Tuscany." But here Marc'antonio shook his head vigorously. "Whoever told your father that, told him an untruth. The Queen fled from Porto Vecchio in that same winter of 'thirty-nine, a few days before Christmas. I myself steered the boat that carried her." "To be sure," said I, "my father may have had his information from King Theodore." "The good sisters of the convent," continued Marc'antonio, "received the Queen and did all that was necessary for her. But among them must have been one who loved the Genoese or their gold: for when the children were but ten days old they vanished, having been stolen and handed secretly to the Genoese--yes, cavalier, out of the Queen's own sleeping-chamber. Little doubt had we they were dead--for why should their enemies spare them? And never should we have recovered trace of them but for the Father Domenico, who knew what had become of them (having learnt it, no doubt, among the sisters' confessions, to receive which he visited the convent) and that they were alive and unharmed; but he kept the secret, for his oath's sake, or else waiting for the time to ripen." "Then King Theodore may also have believed them dead," I suggested. "Let us do him that justice. Or he may never have known that they existed." Marc'antonio brushed this aside with a wave of his hand. "The cavalier," he answered with dignity, "may have heard me allude to my travels?" "Once or twice." "The first time that I crossed the Alps"--great Hannibal might have envied the roll in Marc'antonio's voice--"I bore the King tidings of his good fortune. It was Stephanu who followed, a week later, with the tale that the children were stolen." "Then Theodore _did_ believe them dead." "At the time, cavalier; at the time, no doubt. But more than twelve years later, being in Brussels--" Here Marc'antonio pulled himself up, with a sudden dark flush and a look of confusion. "Go on, my friend. You were saying that twelve years later, happening to be in Brussels--" "By the merest chance, cavalier. Before retiring to England King Theodore spent the most of his exile in Flanders and the Low Countries: and in Brussels, as it happened, I had word of him and learned--but without making myself known to him--that he was seeking his two children." "Seeking them in Brussels?" "At a venture, no doubt, cavalier. Put the case that you were seeking two children, of whom you knew only that they were alive and somewhere in Europe--like two fleas, as you might say, in a bundle of straw--" I looked at Marc'antonio and saw that he was lying, but politely forbore to tell him so.