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I saw what that something was when Giovanni Fornajo was placed in the dock by my side, and we were jointly and severally arraigned. The accustore pubblico arose, and, gathering his gown about him, spoke. Had I been one of the crowd who listened, I should have believed myself guilty. The evidence against me, as he set it forth, seemed a web closely woven enough to hold anything.
Fornajo arose and turned upon me. I don't know who first attacked the other. We struggled together, and he broke away. I then turned to Grammont. The Witness here gave signs of deep emotion. Advocate: Had any suspicion of murder up to this time occurred to you? Witness: None. Advocate: I must trouble you by reviving a painful memory. You had a brother who died in your childhood?
He regards my reception by the populace as a curious illustration of the excitability of an Italian mob as no doubt it was. Giovanni Fornajo, otherwise John Baker, went to the Sardinian salt mines for the term of his natural life, and is serving there now. I am godfather to Cecilia's boy, and I am an Italian old bachelor. I shall never marry, but I am contented.
'Yes, answered the official, 'accurately. 'Did it correspond with the hand of the prisoner Giovanni Câlvotti? 'No, he responded, and stated truly that I was a man of much larger build than Grammont, and my hand at least an inch longer. So far as I was-concerned the case closed with his evidence, and the case against Fornajo was then gone into. There is no need to go over that ground: again.
But he drank sullenly and alone, and had dismissed from his society that disreputable compatriot of mine, Giovanni Fornajo, who had accompanied him to my room on the evening of our first meeting. When I reached Naples I had some trouble with this personage, who, with the peculiar faculty which belongs to the race of hangers-on and spongers, had somehow found me out, and came to borrow money.
Feeling then a little better, and thinking that my friend Calvotti would wonder at my absence, I walked back towards the city, hoping to meet him. It was then broad moonlight. Where I had last seen Grammont and the prisoner Fornajo I saw them both again. Grammont was lying motionless upon the ground, and Fornajo was bending above him. I suspected foul play, and ran forward.
'My good friend, I said, breaking in, 'I will have no more to do, since you prefer to put it so, I am tired of you. I do not desire to know you. Oblige me by not knowing me in future. 'Maledizione! he said. 'But you are impolite, Signor Calvotti. 'And you, Signor Fornajo, are only unbearable. I have the pleasure to wish you goodbye. He rose and retreated, but returned.
Whilst I lay waiting for the day of trial, I learned from my counsel that my fellow-prisoner was identified as one Giovanni Fornajo, an old companion of Charles Grammont.
It was noted by the crowd that both Fornajo and myself were naturalised British subjects, and that fact alone might have created considerable prejudice against us, because to the ignorant mind it bespoke the repudiation of our native land a thing from which I am utterly afar in my own mind.
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