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But it took place at San Beda, where they are all papalini, as your Excellency knows, and nothing was done, sir." "That reply is verily like this priest!" thought Giovacchino Gallo. "A man of ability, of intellect, of incorruptible temper, but a man as like as not to encourage and excuse sedition." Aloud he said, "You may go, Sarelli. Good morning." "May I be allowed a word, sir?" "Speak."
Signor Giovacchino Fortini was very decidedly the first man of his profession in Ravenna, as indeed might be expected of the person who had been honoured for more than one generation by the confidence of the Castelmare family. For the lawyer was a much older man than the Marchese, and had been the confidential adviser of his father.
Signor Pietro Logarini, the head of the police, was an old acquaintance of Signor Fortini, as, indeed was pretty well everybody in any sort of position of authority in the city. "A bad business this, Signor Pietro," said Fortini, shaking his head. "The worst business, Signor Giovacchino, that has happened in Ravenna as long as I can remember. It is very terrible."
"I hope nothing, but I wish to leave no stone unturned. Tell me of him." "Of his Excellency, Giovacchino Gallo, senator, Grand Cross, and whatnot? There is much to tell, though there is nothing which could not be also told of many another gentleman in high place. It is the usual story: the supple spine, the sharp eye, the greased foot. He was a young lawyer, useful to deputies.
"Signor Giovacchino," he said, suddenly, after they had traversed nearly half their short journey in silence, "my belief is that your young friend the Marchese has no hand in this matter."
At a little after twelve o'clock on that same Ash Wednesday morning, a servant in the Castelmare livery brought a verbal message to the "studio" of Signor Giovacchino Fortini, "procurators," attorney-at- law, as we should say, requesting that gentleman to step as far as the Palazzo Castelmare, as the Marchese would be glad to speak with him.
Don Silverio spoke with that eloquence and with that melody of voice which few could bear unmoved; and even the dull ear and the hard heart of the official who heard him were for one brief moment moved as by the pathos of a song sung by some great tenor. But that moment was very brief. Over the face of Giovacchino Gallo a look passed at once brutal and suspicious.
The knowledge of the fact sends him back to his cell half dead with horror and fright. His interest in Paolina ties his tongue, and frustrates all our efforts to get any explanation from him. How will that do, eh, Signor Giovacchino?" "Admirably well. Clearly helps to give consistency and probability to our theory of the facts.
You know best, Signor Marchese, the likelihood of any trouble arising out of such a meeting." "For God's sake don't speak in such a tone, Signor Giovacchino. I tell you I am seriously uneasy.
But stay what is this? a letter addressed to me 'Al Chiarmo Signor Dottore Giovacchino Fortini. To be opened only after my death, and in case my death shall happen within one year from the present time! Perhaps this may render any further doubts as to the conduct we ought to pursue unnecessary. Let us see."
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