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I will tell you where presently." The sick man heard the stranger's words, and groaned: "No, holy man, for the love of God, do not go away!" Benedetto replied: "Please tell me your name, and why you wish me to go with you." The other seemed embarrassed. "Well," said he, "I am a delegato, an officer of the police."
"Eminentissime Domine, Pauca scripsimus Beatissimo Patri, de fide adhibenda consanguineo nostro comiti Glamorganiae, et cuilibet ab eo delegato, quem ut Eminentia vestra pariter omni favore prosequatur, rogamus; certoque credat nos ratum habituros quicquid a praedicte comite, vel suo delegato, cum Sanctissimo Patre vel Eminentia vestra transactum fuerit. Charles's Works, 555.
A tall, dark man in a tri-coloured sash came in, and the warder withdrew. The man bowed and looked with fixity at Michael, who stared back at him, dazed and confused. Where had he seen that face before? Ah! He remembered! "I perceive that you have not forgotten me," said the Delegato. "It was I who arrested you. It was to me that you confessed to the murder of the Marchese di Maltagliala."
"The Duke knew." "The Duke is dead," said Michael. "I am aware of that," said the Delegato, frigidly. He bowed for the last time, and left the cell, gently closing the door.
In another moment the duke and the official returned, followed by Sancho, a large Bridlington terrier, still bristling and snarling at the official. Fay called the dog to her, and held it forcibly, pretending to caress it. "No one has gone by that way," said the delegato to the duke. "The dog proves that." "Sancho proves it," said the duke gravely. As he spoke he paused as if suddenly arrested.
You are innocent. It is proved. But even now you will not speak. You prefer to preserve your attitude of silence to the end. Good! I will intrude on you no longer. I offer you my congratulations. I deplore your inevitable imprisonment. I withdraw." The Delegato bowed yet again and went to the door. "That of which you will not speak was known to your friend the Duke of Colle Alto," he said.
The delegato left Benedetto, and went into the next room. Then the usher bent down as if to pick up something, and said to Benedetto, offering him a letter: "See! you have dropped this paper!" Benedetto was astonished and the usher insisted: "You have come from the Testaccio, have you not? Well, you will find that this belongs to you. Make haste." Make haste?
A poor speech; but it gave me the satisfaction of seeing the fellow grow purple with fury and so picturesquely indignant that he soon reached the spluttering stage. In fact, there was nothing to be done with him. The delegato suggested that inasmuch as he had said his say and deposited his address, he was at liberty to depart, whenever so disposed. They went he and his friends.
The delegato, who was not apparently a man who quickly seized the humorous side of a remark, at once stepped back from the window, and glanced at the wastepaper basket. "I may as well look behind the screen," he said, and went towards it. But before he could reach it the screen moved, and Michael came out from behind it.
He partly saw the difficulty in the official's mind, but it did not interest him. He was cleared. That was enough. "In two years much is forgotten," said the Delegato, sententiously, "and it is, perhaps, I alone who recall the more minute details of the case, because I was present and my interest was overwhelming. I have not spoken of this to anyone but yourself. I shall not speak of it again.
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