“No. I am not such a fool as to show myself to him. It was very
convenient to come along the end of the garden, where the wall is
conveniently low. I am returning the same way, and I would advise you, my
children, to vacate this place as soon as possible. As you are aware, we
are due shortly in Venice. The first who arrives will wait for the rest.
There, I again become Major Fraser.”
Placing in a leather bag his glass recipient and the folded paper, he
shook hands with Agostini, smiled familiarly to Sophia, and disappeared
as he had come. The Italian gave a kick at Hans’ cast-off clothes, and
said—
“Milo, all this must disappear, my child.”
“In the kitchen fire,” said the Dalmatian, gravely.
“And you, Sophia, what do you intend to do? You have heard what our noble
friend has just said. In my opinion, the best thing we can do is to start
at once.”
The young woman made no reply. She passed into the salon with slow,
steady steps, as though laboriously seeking the right form to explain her
meaning. Sitting down, she took a cigarette, and, looking at the handsome
Italian standing before her, said—
“Yes, indeed, I do think you would do well to start off. There is no
reason for you to stay here. As for myself, a sudden disappearance would
excite suspicion; it would, in fact, be a very tactless thing to do.”
“But will you not be suspected if you remain behind? Will no action be
taken against you?”
“I? Suspected? In what way? Who could suspect me? Have I done anything
whatever calculated to excite mistrust? There has been no one here except
Marcel Baradier; he alone knows me.”
“But doubtless he gave you the information by the help of which Hans
succeeded in his enterprise.”
“He did certainly give it me, a couple of hours ago. The execution has
been concomitant with the revelation, so to speak. By what miracle could
I, who have not stirred from here, have informed the one who entered the
laboratory, and rid himself of his spy? This latter will not speak, as he
is dead! The laboratory will be found ransacked and in disorder. Very
good! Have there not taken place to-day, at the works, sufficient events
in which several rascals have been implicated, without there being any
need to charge me with a deed so much more likely to have been wrought by
any of them? If I leave I shall be suspected. Why have I taken to flight?
How is it I have left no explanation of my departure? What has become of
me? Then, afterwards, what and who am I? Whilst if I remain quietly here
with Milona, Marcel returns, finds me serene and calm, and everything is
safe. Is the arrangement not a good one?”
Cesare smiled, and, in ironical tones, said—
“Very good, indeed; too good, in fact!”
Sophia frowned.
“What do you mean?”
Drawing near her, with subtle grace, and still bent on adopting gentle
means, he said—
“Have you no longer confidence in me, cara? Why are you trying to deceive
me?”
“In what way, may I ask?”
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