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Do you not recollect Howell's curious rifle fashioned in the form of a walking-stick? When I halted to speak to Madame Beranger on the steps of the Casino as I came out that night, he passed me carrying that stick. Indeed, he is seldom without it. By means of that disguised rifle I was shot!" "But you speak of Cataldi. How can he know?"
Together the two men strolled out into the early morning air and sat upon a seat on the terrace of the Casino watching the sun as it rose over the tideless sea. For nearly an hour they sat discussing the affair; then they ascended the white, dusty road to the beautiful Villa Amette, the home of the mysterious Mademoiselle. Old Giulio Cataldi opened the door.
A month afterward, as we were leaving Rome, Jack asked his new friend for his bill, whereupon the priest drew himself up with a superb gesture and, presenting his card, said: "You evidently do not know who I am." The card bore the inscription, "Monsignor Cataldi, Master of the Papal Ceremonies."
Matthews and her husband, Americans whom she met here in Monte Carlo, and Sir George Cave-Knight, who died a few weeks ago." "Do you remember an elderly gentleman named Henfrey calling?" asked Hugh. Old Cataldi reflected for a moment, and then answered: "The name sounds familiar to me, m'sieur, but in what connexion I cannot recollect.
"You must return to the Villa Amette for you are still Mademoiselle of Monte Carlo, remember! Leave it all to me." And he laughed happily. "But we are no nearer the solution of the mystery as to who attempted to kill you, Mademoiselle," Hugh remarked. "There can be but one person. Old Cataldi knows who it is," she answered. "Cataldi? Then why has he not told me?
I questioned him closely only the other day," said The Sparrow. "For certain reasons," Mademoiselle replied. "He dare not tell the truth!" "Why?" asked Hugh. "Because well " and she turned to The Sparrow. "You will recollect the affair we brought off in Brussels at that house of the Belgian baroness close to the Bois de la Cambre. A servant was shot dead. Giulio Cataldi shot him in self-defence.
It was instantly evident that the priest, Father Cataldi, knew what Jack's worldly prospects were; for from the first he was excessively polite to the youth, and when the latter remarked that during his stay in Rome he would like to take Italian lessons, the priest volunteered to send him a teacher. Next day, at the appointed hour, the teacher appeared, and in the person of the priest himself.
"Of course, there has, all along, been a certain amount of suspicion against him. The police were once on the point of arresting him. I happen to know that." "Well, my belief is that young Henfrey is innocent. I never thought so until now." "Then we must prove Cataldi guilty, and Henfrey can marry Louise," Howell said.
"It was a most dastardly thing, and whoever did it ought to be punished." "He ought. But I'm as much in the dark as you are, Howell; but, as I have already said, I entertain strong suspicions." "I'll suggest one name Benton?" The Sparrow shook his head. "The manservant, Giulio Cataldi?" Howell ventured. "I never liked that sly old Italian." "What motive could the old fellow have had?"
"Giulio shot her without a doubt!" was Benton's quick reply. They were standing together on the kerb outside the Tube station at Piccadilly Circus as Benton uttered the words. "Well, my dear fellow, then let us prove it," said Howell. "But not yet, remember. We must first see how it goes with Molly. She must be watched carefully. Of course, I agree that Giulio Cataldi shot Yvonne.
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