The captain whistled softly. "Now, thou may'st hand that to the Duke instead of me," he said. Giannotto searched the writing keenly. "Della Scala cannot live; 'tis some trick of the Torriani." Alberic laughed harshly. "Whate'er it be, I say _thou_ shalt have the pleasure of showing it the Duke!" "Nay, thou must speak of thy own failures, friend. Besides, the Duke will need thee for his further orders. Count Conrad must be found, alive or dead!" "Was it his ghost attacked the walls last night?" asked Alberic; and not wholly did he speak in jest. The secretary cast uneasy looks across his shoulder at the ominously shut door. "It angered Visconti strangely," he whispered. "But it was a handful of madmen. Wandering robbers from the hills! They were four at most, and they tried to scale the walls of Milan!" He smiled in scorn. "And yet," said Alberic, "they were almost on the ramparts ere they were discovered, and when they were pursued, fled back into the night silently, nor could we find from whence they came, nor any trace of them." "However that may be," said Giannotto, "the Duke hath dismissed even me, and the delivery of this parchment had best wait till his black fit has left him." He raised the arras from the entrance that opened on the stairway, and passed out of sight along the corridor, leaving Alberic standing in the unguarded entrance of the deserted audience-room, undecided, the parchment in his hand. But he did not stand there long alone. One or two servants stole back to their places, afraid to stay away; and presently, with slow steps and vacant smile, there passed by him Tisio Visconti, followed by the page who never left him. "Thou, my lord?" cried Alberic. "Now, how would it be if I ask him to hand this parchment over?" and he turned with a swaggering laugh to the page. The page shook his head, not comprehending. Tisio, unheeding, seated himself in one of the great chairs, Graziosa's bracelet still between his fingers. "I will wait no longer," cried Alberic suddenly; "let the Duke summon me." But the next moment Alberic's swagger dropped, and he swung his plumed hat low to the lady who, unattended, stole across the threshold. It was Valentine Visconti. Her breast was heaving; suppressed excitement showed in every movement; it was not difficult for Alberic to read she had heard of Count Conrad's rescue. With a motion of the hand she bade him wait, and turned to her brother, huddled in his chair, gazing blankly at the floor. "Tisio!" she said, and her tone was very gentle. "What dost thou here?" He looked up, and his dull face lit at sight of her. "I wait for Gian," he said simply. Valentine shuddered. "What wouldst thou see him for, Tisio?" He smiled, and held out the bracelet. "To show him this." The tears rushed to Valentine's eyes, but she remembered the captain and turned to him. "Thou carryest something here to give the Duke?" she asked.