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"He took some of his things away because he meant to spend the night in Rome," Kalmon said thoughtfully. "He means to leave to-morrow, perhaps by an early train. If we do not find him to-night, we shall not catch him in Rome at all." "Surely," said Ercole, "but Rome is very big, and it is late."
"Something more than suspicions now," Kalmon answered, settling his big frame in a deep chair before the tire; "but I am afraid he has escaped." "Escaped? He has not the slightest idea that he is suspected!" "How do you know?
"I am going to dress," she answered. She turned her head and smiled, but there was a touch of sadness in the look, as if she was saying good-bye. He partly understood, and her expression was reflected in his own face. They had been so happy in the little house in Trastevere. When the door had closed Marcello went to find Kalmon. He met him at the foot of the stairs.
"My dear Marcello," Kalmon said, smiling cheerfully, "in the first place, I have done nothing to help you, and secondly, through excess of zeal, I have got you into a very unpleasant situation, by indirectly causing a woman to be murdered in your house, and the murderer almost mauled to death by that very singular wild beast which your man calls a dog, and which I had often noticed in old times at the cottage.
At last he spoke in a dull voice. "I want to kill him myself." The Professor glanced at him and nodded slowly, as if he understood the simple instinct of justice that moved him. "If I see him, I shall kill him," Marcello said slowly. "I am sure I shall." "I am afraid that he has escaped," Kalmon answered.
They struck Ercole's weather-beaten face as he sat beside the coachman with bent head, with his soft hat pulled down over his eyes, and the rain dripped from his coarse moustache. Kalmon and Marcello leaned as far back as they could, under the deep hood and behind the high leathern apron. "There is some animal following us," the cabman said to Ercole as they turned a corner.
The cold sweat stood on Folco's forehead under his hat; he stopped where he was and tried to draw a long breath, but something choked him. Kalmon's voice seemed to reach him from a great distance. Then he felt the Professor's strong arm under his own, supporting him and making him move forward. "The weather is hot," Kalmon said, "and you are ill and tired. Come outside."
Who are you, please?" asked Marcello. "Kalmon. Is it true that Corbario has left the villa?" "Yes. He left this afternoon." "Where is he now?" "He drove to the railway station. I don't know where he is gone. He left no address." " railway station no address " Marcello heard the words as Kalmon spoke to some other person at his elbow, wherever he was. "May I come at once?" Kalmon asked. "Yes.
The evidence is complete." There was silence again. Marcello threw another log upon the fire, and they waited. Kalmon smoked thoughtfully, but Marcello leaned back in his chair, covering his eyes with one hand. The pain had not begun to be dulled yet, and he could only sit still and bear it.
If Corbario lived, there would be a sensational trial in which he and Regina would be witnesses together, and Kalmon too, and very surely Aurora and her mother. For Aurora would be called upon to tell what she knew of Marcello's movements on the morning when he had been knocked down near the gap. Every moment of his past life would be publicly examined, to prove Corbario's guilt.
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