The Day of Temptation By William Le Queux Illustrations by Maurice Grieffenhagen Published by Ward, Lock, and Co Ltd, London. This edition dated 1919. The Day of Temptation, by William Le Queux. ________________________________________________________________________ ________________________________________________________________________ THE DAY OF TEMPTATION, BY WILLIAM LE QUEUX. CHAPTER ONE. ALIENS. "One fact is plain. Vittorina must not come to England." "Why? She, a mere inexperienced girl, knows nothing." "Her presence here will place us in serious jeopardy. If she really intends to visit London, then I shall leave this country at once. I scent danger." "As far as I can see, we have nothing whatever to fear. She doesn't know half a dozen words of English, and London will be entirely strange to her after Tuscany." The face of the man who, while speaking, had raised his wine-glass was within the zone of light cast by the pink-shaded lamp. He was about twenty-eight, with dark eyes, complexion a trifle sallow, well-arched brows, and a dark moustache carefully waxed, the points being trained in an upward direction. In his well-cut evening clothes, Arnoldo Romanelli was a handsome man, a trifle foppish perhaps; yet his features, with their high cheek-bones, bore the unmistakable stamp of Southern blood, while in his eyes was that dark brilliance which belongs alone to the sons of Italy. He selected some grapes from the silver fruit-dish, filled a glass with water and dipped them in--true-bred Tuscan that he was--shook them out upon his plate, and then calmly contemplated the old blue Etruscan scarabaeus on the little finger of his left hand. He was waiting for his companion to continue the argument. The other, twenty years his senior, was ruddy-faced and clean-shaven, with a pair of eyes that twinkled merrily, square jaws denoting considerable determination, altogether a typical Englishman of the buxom, burly, sport-loving kind. Strangely enough, although no one would have dubbed Doctor Filippo Malvano a foreigner, so thoroughly British was his appearance, yet he was an alien. Apparently he was in no mood for conversation, for the habitual twinkle in his eyes had given place to a calm, serious look, and he slowly selected a cigar, while the silence which had fallen between them still remained unbroken. The man who had expressed confidence again raised his glass to his lips slowly, regarded his companion curiously across its edge, and smiled grimly.