"I must say I do not comprehend the objection, if the necessary precautions are taken. No, signor, let us to work at once. I will go with you and procure disinfectants, and, thereafter, the grave-diggers, while Mr. Eversleigh rests here. Come!" The Syndic scanned the Deputy's face, but it was uncompromisingly resolute. "There is no need for your Excellency to put yourself to the trouble of going with me--I can easily see to all that is required," suggested Ucelli. "I prefer to go with you," replied the Deputy, with unmistakable decision. Then he added, "My authority may be of some use to you, signor, with the grave-diggers." And the voice of the Deputy was exceedingly grim, while Ucelli turned a sickly white and found nothing more to say. CHAPTER XXXIII "Come!" said the Deputy-Minister peremptorily to Ucelli. "Meanwhile, Mr. Eversleigh, do you remain here till we return. I do not think you will have to wait very long." "Very well, signor," Gilbert replied, though he would have preferred accompanying the two Italians. "Come!" cried the Deputy once more to Ucelli. But the Syndic had now found his tongue. He begged the Deputy to give him a few moments' private conversation in the next room. "You can say what you have to say here, surely. If you speak in our own language, Mr. Eversleigh will not understand you, so you will be quite safe." Ucelli urged that Mr. Eversleigh was evidently a highly intelligent man, and must have picked up some knowledge of Italian. Therefore, with all respect to the Deputy-Minister, he ventured to think it possible Mr. Eversleigh might understand. And again he requested a private interview, which finally was granted to him. The Deputy and the Syndic retired to an adjoining room, and left Gilbert alone with his thoughts. His thoughts were a strange jumble. In the fore-ground of them were Silwood, James Russell, the Syndic, and the Deputy-Minister, but behind them were his father, Kitty, and Harry Bennet. As he sat there, they all presently seemed to mingle, to become obscure, as in some feverish dream, and then to stand out sharp and clear again. Perhaps half an hour had passed when there rang through the house the report of a revolver, immediately followed by the sounds of a struggle and the cries and shouts of those engaged in it. Gilbert sprang to his feet at once, and ran into the next room, from which the noise had come. There, on the floor, were Ucelli, and above him the Deputy-Minister holding him by the throat. A little distance away lay a revolver; there was the smell of burnt powder in the air, while the furniture of the apartment was in disorder. "Get something," panted the Deputy, "with which we can bind and secure him, Mr. Eversleigh. Take that table-cover and tear it up--that will do." Gilbert, who had of course easily grasped the situation, did as he was bid, and in two or three minutes the Syndic was bound hand and foot.