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"May I see?" he asked, holding out his hand to take the tube. Kalmon would not give it to him, but held the tube before his eyes under the bright light of the lamp. "Excuse me," he said, "but I make it a rule never to let it go out of my hands. You understand, don't you? If it were passed round, some one might lay it down, it might be forgotten, somebody might take it for something else."
Kalmon was too deeply attached to the Contessa herself to be willing to risk her displeasure, or, indeed, to do anything of which she would not approve. He went to her house by the Forum of Trajan, and he found her at home. It was late in the afternoon, and the lamp was lighted in the little drawing-room, which did not seem at all shabby to Kalmon's accustomed eyes and not very exigent taste.
The rain was beating upon her lamp, and at that moment the shade cracked under the cold drops and fell to pieces, and the wind instantly extinguished the flame of the flaring wick. Regina withdrew into the room to get another light, and Ercole stared after her into the gloom. "He is alive," said Kalmon, looking up to see why the light had gone out.
And then, just as many strong hands dragged away the thing of terror, and the light of a lantern and of a lamp flashed in his eyes, he fell asleep in the wet grass. For they had caught him fairly and brought him, down. Kalmon had watched him long, and had told some of his suspicions to the Chief of Police, and the latter, unknown to Kalmon, had caused him to be watched from time to time.
Marcello was transfixed with horror, and grasped the arms of his chair. His face was livid. Kalmon watched him, and continued. "Yes. Corbario did it. Your mother used to take phenacetine tablets when she had headaches. They were very like the tablets of my poison in size and shape. Corbario stole into my room when I was sound asleep, took one of mine, and dropped in one of hers.
"The fellow is alive, and will probably recover," said the Professor, in answer to the unasked question in Marcello's eyes. "It would simplify matters if he died," said Marcello. "Will you walk up to the villa with me and have coffee? We cannot get a cab at this hour on this side of the Tiber." "Thank you," Kalmon answered, "but I must go home.
"And I am exceedingly glad that you were at home when I called you up," Kalmon answered. "Have you really no idea where Corbario is?" "Not the slightest. I am only too glad to get rid of him. I suppose the Contessa told you " "Yes. I was dining there. But she only told me half an hour ago, just as I was coming away, and I rushed home to get at the telephone."
Say that, so far as Regina knows, my daughter is the only human being she has ever injured, what then?" "Does Aurora love Marcello?" asked Kalmon, instead of answering the question. "I think she does. I am almost sure of it." Kalmon was silent for a while. "But Marcello," he said at last, "what of him?" "He has always loved Aurora," the Contessa answered.
Do you blame him very much? I don't. With all your strength of character, you would have done the same at his age! And having taken what she offered, what could he do, when he grew up and came to himself, and felt his will again? Could he cast her off, after all she had done for him?" "He could marry her," observed Kalmon. "I don't see why he should not, after all." "Marriage!"
"You will get quite well," said Kalmon, in a reassuring tone. "But you must be very quiet." Again she moved her burning cheek on the pillow. "Do you want to see a priest?" asked the Professor, thinking he had guessed. "Is that it?" "Yes there is time for that some one else could you? Will you?" "Yes." Kalmon bent down quickly, for he thought the delirium was coming again. "Who is it?" he asked.
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