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Updated: June 13, 2025
On a sudden I looked up, and there, among the faces at the door, I caught sight of Roncivalli and Brunow. "Gentlemen," I said, "I take you to witness why I have done this thing. Here is the money which was to have been handed to you to-morrow. I have told the Brotherhood. I spared you once," I added, to Brunow; "you may go now and take your chance in earnest."
It is true that I have not met many Englishmen in my time, but I have met none who have not been admirable linguists. A friend of mine, an Englishman, who was in this neighborhood but a few weeks ago, is one of the finest I have known. He may perhaps be known to you. Have you ever met, may I ask, the honorable Brunow?"
Brunow's man wants to know what I mean by coming with a message like that. He says Mr. Brunow hasn't been at home since half-past six this evening. Mr. Brunow's man, sir," Hinge pursued, "seemed to think I was trying to make a fool of him." "That will do," I answered. "You have obeyed your orders, and that is all you have to think about. Go and wait outside."
"This is the Conte di Rossano?" I asked, leaning towards him. "The same, sir," he answered, in a voice which I shall never forget. "I know from my faithful friend here, to whom I am indebted, but I cannot distinguish my friends as yet." "This is the Honorable George Brunow, sir," I said, "and I am Captain Fyffe, at your service." "Mr.
"Buono!" said the Italian, folding the paper with a flourish, and bestowing it in his breast-pocket. "Is there anything more?" "That is all," said Sacovitch. "I think we understand each other, and we could do no more than that if we talked till midnight." "In that case," said Roncivalli, rising, "until tomorrow, madame. Until to-morrow, Mr. Brunow."
They were the first words I heard her speak, and I seem to hear them again as I write them down, just as I can see her exquisite face and noble figure instinct with youth, though when I raise my eyes I can see my old wife-God bless her!-walking a little feebly in the garden, with a walking-stick of mine to help her steps. Brunow made his way to her, and they talked for a minute.
Brunow was just a step in front of us, and I held my hand out openly. The man slipped into it a twisted scrap of paper, which I transferred carefully to my waistcoat pocket. "Here's the bridge, gentlemen," said Hinge, "and that's the inn right before you, where the lights are." "All right," I answered. "We can find the way now quite easily. Good-night!"
So far as I knew, Brunow had certainly little enough to do with her, and their meeting might have been one of the purest chance; but that she was associated in some way with the baroness was evident enough from her presence in that lady's carriage. It is a bitter thing to have to go back on the past in this way, but I cannot tell my story without it.
"You may keep me here," said Brunow, throwing himself savagely into an arm-chair. "I won't bluster with you, but I decline to explain or justify a word I've said, and you can take what course you please." "Very well," I answered, turning the key in the lock and then putting it in my pocket, "we shall both have an opportunity of exercising the great gift of patience."
The common complaint I hear against your delightful countrymen, Monsieur Fiff, is that they are devoid of esprit of verve that they are too alive to their responsibilities, that they live in a cave of depression of spirits. As I say, I have not known many; but I have not found them so, and Brunow least of all. Brunow in his gayety, in his wit, is French of the French. An astonishing man.
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