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Updated: June 18, 2025
It might be as well where does the duchess's apartment lead into?" "Into my rooms," said the duke, "and my dog is there. He would have given the alarm long ago if any stranger had passed through my room. If he is silent no one has been near him." There was a pause. Fay learned what suspense means. The delegato twirled his moustaches.
He said he had believed he was in prison, because a delegato and a policeman had been there to look for him at about nine o'clock.
If one conforms to the rules of Signora Ravecca and her husband, then one is quite safe and most comfortable." Hugh realized that he was in a hiding-place used by thieves. A little later he knew that the ugly old woman's husband paid toll to a certain delegato of police, hence their house was never searched. While the criminal was in those shabby rooms he was immune from arrest.
I hold that if one is going to do good, it is best to do it in one's own name. But then I do not go to church, and my views differ from yours. However, as I said before, it is of no importance. Do you know who I am? Did the delegato tell you?" "No, sir."
The Delegato looked piercingly at Michael. Michael was silent. "You have always been silent. Is not the moment come to speak?" Michael shook his head. The Delegato bowed. "I came to ask you to discuss the affair openly," he said, "to relieve my perplexity as a matter of courtesy. But you will not speak. Then I will speak instead.
The members of that group are less enraged with the delegato and the policemen than with the stupid bystanders, who might easily have thrown delegato, policemen, cab, horse and driver into the river, and, instead, had allowed themselves to be dispersed by a few words and a few drops of water! The little old woman who had brought Benedetto to the unfrocked monk was there also.
And the delegato, listening, was finally moved by my rhetoric, as they often are, if you can throw not only your whole soul, but a good part of your body, into the performance. He found the idea sufficiently reasonable. The subordinate, as might have been expected, had nothing whatever to do; like all of his kind, he was only in that office to evade military service.
I incline to think the marchese was murdered actually inside the garden, and that he fell on his face where he stood, and was dragged behind the hydrangeas. But the delegato thought differently. You will remember, Carstairs, that the dead man had been dragged by the feet." "Did I put him on the right side or the left of the door as you go in?" "On the left." "On his face?" "Yes."
"I remember." "I never was able to reach any certainty that you were really guilty," continued the Delegato. "I was not even convinced that you had had a quarrel with the Marchese." "I had no quarrel with him." "I knew that. That you might be shielding someone occurred forcibly to my mind. But who?" Michael looked steadily at the official.
"And there was blood upon your hand and sleeve when you confessed." "There was." "It was not the Marchese's blood," said the Delegato, drawing a sallow finger across a blue chin. "It remained a mystery. I will own that it had not crossed my mind that that fragile and timid lady had killed her husband, and that as she at last confesses you were shielding her."
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