Wagner, the Wehr-WolfReynolds, George W. M. (George William MacArthur)
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Wagner, the Wehr-Wolf
Reynolds, George W. M. (George William MacArthur)
Penny dreadfuls; Werewolves -- Fiction
undertake my commission, and he promised to return with that individual
in the evening. He then left me, and true to his promise, he came back
shortly after dusk, accompanied by this same Venturo. The bargain was
soon struck between us, and he promised to set off that very night for
Rimini, whence vessels were constantly sailing for Constantinople. I
gave him a handsome sum in advance, and also a sealed packet, addressed
to your highness' private secretary, but containing an inclosure, also
well sealed, directed to your highness, for I did not choose to excite
the curiosity of these Italians by allowing them to discover that I was
corresponding with the grand vizier of the Ottoman Empire, Venturo
accordingly left me, promising to acquit himself faithfully of his
mission."
"Your plans were all wisely taken," said the grand vizier, "and no human
foresight could have anticipated other than successful results. Proceed,
for although you have hastily sketched all these particulars to me
before, yet I am anxious to consider them in more attentive detail."
"Having thus disposed of that important business," resumed the young
Greek, "I went out to saunter through the streets of Florence, and while
away an hour or two in viewing the splendid appearance of that charming
city, when lighted up with the innumerable lamps of its palaces and
casinos. At length I entered a dark and obscure street, which I knew
must lead toward the river. I had not proceeded far down the street when
I heard the sound of many steps rapidly approaching, as if of a patrol.
I stepped aside under a deep archway, but as chance would have it, they
stopped short within a few paces of the spot where I was shrouded in the
utter obscurity of the arch. I should have immediately passed on my way,
but was induced to stop by hearing a voice which I recognized to be that
of Venturo, whom I believed to be already some miles away from Florence.
I was perfectly astounded at this discovery, and if I had entertained
any doubts as to the identity of that voice, they were speedily cleared
up by the conversation between the men. 'We had better separate here,'
said Venturo, 'and break into at least two parties, as at the bottom of
this street we shall come within the blaze of the lights of the casinos
on the Arno's bank.' 'Well spoken,' returned a voice which, to my
increasing wonder, I recognized to be that of Antonio, my landlady's
son; 'you and I, Venturo, will keep together, and our friends can go on
first. We will follow them in a few minutes, and then unite again at the
angle of the grove nearest to Dame Francatelli's cottage. What say you,
Lomellino?' 'Just as you think fit, Antonio,' returned a third person,
whom I naturally concluded to be the individual addressed as Lomellino.
'You, or rather your master, the Count of Arestino, pays for this
business, and so I am bound to obey you.' 'Listen, then,' resumed
Antonio, 'the young Count of Riverola, whom I have traced to the cottage
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