"Your infernal impertinence is really astounding. You enter my house, commit a theft, and when charged with it refuse to give up the stolen property. If you don't return it to me at once, I'll call in the police, and have you arrested." "Really?" she exclaimed with a sarcastic laugh which caused his cheeks to become flushed by anger. "I think after so many years of diplomacy, you ought to be aware that such a course is impossible. If you were a young attache just fresh from Rome, my dear Count, you might be pardoned for not knowing that here, in this Embassy, I am on Italian soil, and, being an Italian subject, the London police are unable to arrest me." "But they could outside--in the Square." "Certainly. But if I choose to remain here--what then?" "Remain here! You speak like an imbecile. Come, give me back that envelope." "Never!" she replied, still holding it firmly in her small hand, and regarding him in defiance. Castellani knew well the contents of that envelope, and was aware that Gemma must have been employed by those implicated by the proofs it contained. For months he had held this in his possession as a weapon to use as a last resource, and the manner in which she had entered his room and filched it from the drawer made it plain to him that those to whom he was now opposed were prepared to go any length to gain their own ends. But he likewise knew Gemma well, and was aware that as a secret agent of the Ministry she was without equal--fearless, resourceful, and versed in every art of deception. He had met her often in society in Rome and Florence two years ago, been struck by her marvellous beauty as others had been, and had offered her marriage. In a word, he had made a fool of himself. The revelations contained in that envelope she held were sufficient to cause the present Government to be hounded from its office and fat emoluments, and possibly force a criminal prosecution against certain ministers for misappropriating the public funds, therefore he was determined to regain it at all hazards and use it for his own advancement. He had, only a month ago, been promised by his party the Ministry of Foreign Affairs in the next Government, and this single document would place him in high office in Rome. "If you defy me," he said after a pause, his menacing gaze fixed upon that of the pretty, fragile woman, "I must be ungallant enough to wrench it from you." "I scarcely think you'll do that," she answered. "If you did, we could never come to terms." "Come to terms?" he echoed resentfully. "I don't understand. I've no intention of coming to any arrangement with you." He was standing before her in the centre of the room, but she watched his every movement narrowly. She saw that he was desperate, and intended to regain possession of the envelope. "Once again I ask you to give me that paper you have stolen," he said in a voice that quivered with rage.