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Updated: June 3, 2025
It occurred to Marcello that Kalmon need not have driven all the way to Via Sicilia from the Forum of Trajan merely for the sake of telephoning. "But what is the hurry?" asked Marcello. "Do sit down and explain! I heard this afternoon that you had strong suspicions as to Folco's part in what happened to me."
And he was very contented. This is the truth. So I say, he is still in Rome." "I told you so," said Kalmon, looking at Marcello. "Excuse me, but what did you tell the young gentleman?" asked Ercole suspiciously. "That you would surely find out," Kalmon answered. "I have found out many things," said Ercole gloomily. His voice was very harsh just then, as if speaking so much had made him hoarse.
Regina would feel that she was protected by Marcello's friend, and though she might rarely see him, it would be better for her than to be lodged in a house where she knew no one. Kalmon was a bachelor and a man of assured position, and it had cost him nothing to undertake to give Regina his protection; but Marcello was deeply grateful. He had already made up his mind as to what he would do next.
Kalmon, having finished writing his letter to the Contessa, left nothing undone which could contribute to the comfort of the "lady who had arrived to consult him." He had a respectable old woman servant, who had been with him for years, and who came from his native town. He took her into his confidence to some extent, and placed her in charge of Regina.
"Of course there is a possibility that he may have had some object in deceiving your coachman by driving to the railway station, but it is not at all likely. He probably took the first train to the north." "But he can be stopped at the frontier!" "Do you think Corbario is the man to let himself be trapped easily if he knows that he is pursued?" asked Kalmon incredulously. "I do not."
He beamed on everybody with increasing benevolence; but somehow nobody smiled, and the Signora Corbario shivered and drew her light cloak more closely round her, as the first gust of the night breeze came up from the rustling reeds that grew in the pool below. "It is time to get ready for supper," said Folco. "I hope you are not hungry, Kalmon, for you will not get anything very elaborate to eat!"
"I am so glad to hear you say that," said the Signora, who was a religious woman. Kalmon looked at her a moment and then broke into a peal of laughter that was taken up by the rest, and in which the good lady joined. "You brought it on yourself," she said at last. "Yes," Kalmon answered. "I did.
"Do you remember that discovery of mine, that I called 'the sleeping death'?" "Yes. What has that to do with it?" Marcello's expression changed. "Corbario stole one of the tablets from the tube in my pocket, while I was asleep that night." "What?" Marcello began to grow pale. "Your mother died asleep," said Kalmon in a very low voice.
All that night and the following day Regina recognised no one; and it was night again, and her strength began to fail, but her understanding returned. Marcello saw the change, and made a sign to the nurse, who went out to tell Kalmon. It was about nine o'clock when he entered the room, and Regina knew him and looked at him anxiously. He, in turn, glanced at Marcello, and she understood.
He wondered much at the request, but he remembered that it had been made in the full belief that he would say nothing of it to Marcello. If she had been willing that Marcello should know, she would have spoken to him, rather than to Kalmon. He had seen little enough of Regina, but he was sure that she could have no bad motive in wishing to see the young girl.
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