"'Straight ahead'--We crossed the room, and this was the hardest part of all! I was simply dying to go for the brute, but the odds were more than two to one. So I set my teeth and swore to myself--feeling--well--_rather_ a fool! He opened a door--not the one we had come by--and said: "'Ten steps--count them--down--You'll find the handle on your left. Good night 'e buon' riposo!' and I heard their steps receding behind me. Well--I stumbled down those confounded stairs, fumbled about, found the door and was outside in the night--thanking my stars for such an escape. I didn't waste much time, you can guess--but crossed the court yard at the double, found an alley and bolted down it and out into an empty street. It led into a wider one, and there, by luck, was a passing cab. Mercifully, it was dark and not another soul about. You should have seen the driver's face! I was clad in a torn newspaper with, far below, my patent shoes and a pair of violet silk socks." He glanced at the Bishop guiltily, and was relieved to see his broad smile and hear Lady Leason's laugh ring out merrily at the picture. "I bolted into that cab like a hare, crouched down and found a rug--it was open, you see--the usual 'vettura'--and offered the driver untold wealth to gallop straight to the landing stage. Of course, once I reached the boat, the crew paid him and found me some clothes--a coat and a tarpaulin, and in this costume I reached the yacht. My one hope now was to get to my cabin before my friends were aware of my plight. Luckily they were playing bridge under an awning on the deck. "We were very quiet and all went well. I dressed quickly and rejoined them, having bought the silence of the crew, who happened to be decent fellows." "But didn't you tell them?" The Bishop stared. "I'd have gone straight to the British Consul. A most disgraceful state of things!" "Not I!" McTaggart laughed. "What was the use? To begin with, I'd no idea of the address. Naples is like a rabbit-warren--and besides they'd have chaffed me out of my life." "What an adventure!" His hostess shuddered. She thought for a moment. "What became of the girl? You never saw her again, I suppose. She must have been a paid decoy?" "Looks like it." McTaggart agreed. He lit up a cigarette. "That's how I mended my broken heart. But promise you won't tell Mrs. Fleming!" "I shouldn't dream of it," said the Bishop in a shocked voice. The others laughed. "The luckiest part to my mind was getting past the Vivianis'--I can see them now, very absorbed. Bellanti had doubled 'no trumps.' That saved it, I believe--and the story from getting all over Rome." They talked for a little longer, then McTaggart rose to his feet. "It's getting late, I'm afraid." He shook hands with Lady Leason. "Thank you so much for a happy evening"--and turned to the Bishop, who detained him. "I'm going back to Oxton to-morrow," he blinked for a moment, hesitating.