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I am alone. I'll have the lower gate opened." "Thanks. I shall be at the gate in twenty minutes. Good-bye." "Good-bye." Marcello hung up the receiver, rang the bell, and gave the order for the gate, adding that the gentleman who came was to be shown in at once. Then he sat down and waited. It was clear that Kalmon had learned of Corbario's departure from Aurora, perhaps through her mother.
"You can bolt the window, if you like," said Corbario when he had bidden the Professor good-night, "but there are no thieves about." "I always sleep with my windows open," Kalmon answered, "and I have no valuables." "No? Good-night again." "Good-night." Corbario went out, leaving him the candle, and turned the corner of the verandah.
He rose again impatiently, took a cigar from a big mahogany box on the table, lit it and smoked savagely, walking up and down. It was half finished when the door opened and Kalmon was ushered in. He held out his hand as he came forward, with the air of a man who has no time to lose. "I am glad to see you," Marcello said.
Whoever it was had wished to see if there were any one outside, without being seen, or perhaps had meant to slip out without being heard by any one in the house. Kalmon, leaning back inside, had not heard the sound of the latch, and paid no attention to Nino's growl.
Yet Kalmon and Marcello, talking as they drove, grew more and more sure that he would wish to see Settimia before he left Rome, the more certainly if he believed himself pursued, as seemed likely from his changing his mind at the station.
I have made experiments on animals, and have not succeeded in waking them by any known means." "I suppose it congests the brain, like opium," observed Corbario, quietly. "Not at all, not at all!" answered Kalmon, looking benevolently at the little tube which contained his discovery. "I tell you it leaves no trace whatever, not even as much as is left by death from an electric current.
"The difficulty," observed the Contessa, "would be to induce the enemy to take your poison quietly. What if the enemy objected?" "I should put it into their water supply," said Kalmon. "Poison the water!" cried the Signora Corbario. "How barbarous!" "Much less barbarous than shedding oceans of blood. Only think they would all go to sleep. That would be all."
Would my own daughter think so if she could know and understand?" "If you were not a very good woman now," Kalmon said earnestly, "you could not say what you are saying." "Never mind what I am now. I am not as good as you choose to think. If I were, there would not be a bitter thought left. I should have forgiven all. Leave out of the question what I am now.
They reached the third landing, and Kalmon pushed the door, which he had left ajar; he shut it when they had all entered, and he ushered the mother and daughter into the small sitting-room. There they waited a moment while he went to tell Regina that Aurora had come. The young girl dropped her cloak upon a chair and stood waiting, her eyes fixed on the door.
They are singularly modest men as a rule, and are by no means those about whom there is the most talk in the world. The party sat in their places when supper was over, with cloaks and coats thrown over them against the night air, while Kalmon talked of all sorts of things that seemed to have the least possible connection with each other, but which somehow came up quite naturally.
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