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He opened it and read the following: "London, September 5,1849. "SIGNORE, Cigole, the betrayer and intended assassin of your late father, is now in London. You can find out about him by inquiring of Giovanni Cavallo, 16 Red Lion Street. As a traitor to the Carbonari, you will know that it is your duty to punish him, even if your filial piety is not strong enough to avenge a father's wrongs.
I will bring you up under oath, and make you tell how this Cigole this man who testifies against me once made a certain testimony in Sicily against a certain Langhetti senior, by which that certain Langhetti senior was betrayed to the Government, and was saved only by the folly of two Englishmen, one of whom was this same Despard.
All the lofty doctrines with which he might console others were of no avail here in giving him calm. He had never voluntarily pursued Cigole; but now, since this villain had been presented to him, he could not turn aside from what he considered the holy duty of avenging a father's wrongs. He saw that for the present every thing would have to give way to this.
Some one was certainly interesting herself very singularly about Cigole, and some one else, or else the same person, was very much interested about Beatrice. For a moment he thought it might be Despard. This, however, did not seem probable, as Despard would have written him if he were coming to town.
On the whole Brandon felt gratified to hear this, for the close association of a long sea voyage would give him opportunities to test this man, and probe him to the bottom. The thought of danger arising to himself did not enter his mind. He believed that Cigole meant mischief, but had too much confidence in his own powers to fear it. On the 5th of August the ship Java was ready, and Mr.
So Brandon concluded that he had simply come to watch him so as to learn his character, and carry back to Potts all the knowledge that he might gain. This was his conclusion after a close association of one month with Cigole. Yet he made up his mind not to lose sight of this man.
But if you think you're going to bully me you'll find it hard work. "Cigole is in my power," said Langhetti, fiercely. "And so you think I am, too?" sneered Potts. "Partly so." "Why?" "Because he was an accomplice of yours in the Despard murder." "So he says, no doubt; but who'll believe him?" "He is going to turn Queen's evidence!" said Langhetti, solemnly.
If he is in reality following me why should he not drop his name? But then, again, why should he? Perhaps he thinks that I can not possibly know any thing about his name. Why should I? I was a child when Despard was murdered. It may be merely a similarity of names. Brandon from time to time had opportunities of hearing more about Cigole, yet always the man seemed absorbed in business.
Before Brandon had noticed the storm or had time to steady himself he had pushed him headlong over the rail and helplessly into the sea " liquidae projecit in undas Praecipitem." Cigole clung to the rail, and instantly shrieked out: "Man overboard!" The startling cry rang through the ship. The captain turned round with a face of agony. "Man overboard!" shouted Cigole again. "Help! It's Brandon!"
Cigole always took up the air of a man who was speaking to a rival in business, and pretended to be very cautious and guarded in his remarks about wool, as though he feared that Brandon would interfere with his prospects.
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