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"Have a seat," invited Senor Ignacio, offering him a chair. "Are you Manuel's uncle?" "At your service." Roberto sat down, offered a cigar to Senor Ignacio and another to Leandro, and the three began to smoke. "I know your nephew," said Roberto to the proprietor, "for I live in the house where Petra works." "You do?" "And I wish you'd let him off today for a couple of hours." "All right, senor.
"Were you aware, then, Signor Marchese," he asked, "that the Marchese Ludovico had gone to the Pineta with this unhappy woman?" The Marchese dropped his head upon his chest and paused a minute, passing his hand slowly across his brow and before his eyes, before he replied, "Yes, I knew that," he said, at length; "the Conte Leandro told me of it."
The men say that they are quite sure that no other person of any kind whatever passed the gate either outwards or inwards, during the night till the Conte Leandro passed in the morning; and then the girl not long afterwards; and then the Marchesino with the prima donna."
"And just as they were about to catch him, he killed himself," one of them was saying. Out of curiosity Manuel hastened his step, and approached a group that was discussing the event at the entrance to the Corralon. "Where did this fellow come from that killed himself?" asked Manuel of Aristas. "Why! It was Leandro!" "Leandro!" "Yes, Leandro, who killed Milagros and then killed himself."
Not for that reason, however, was the lawyer disposed to relinquish the idea which had occurred to him as to the possibility of incriminating the Conte Leandro. The more circumstances of doubt it was possible to accumulate around the facts, so much the better.
Now and then, when a light dredge was hauled, the boys managed to catch breath and say a couple of words. "That 's Asparagus Island," 'Frisco Kid said, indicating the shore. "At least, that 's what the fishermen and scow-sailors call it. The people who live there call it Bay Farm Island." He pointed more to the right. "And over there is San Leandro. You can't see it, but it 's there."
"It is an extraordinary circumstance," said the Baron Manutoli, "that they were jeering at the Conte Leandro at the Circolo just now, about the way the Diva had snubbed him and his verses, and accusing him in joke of having been her murderer. And, as sure as I am now speaking to you, Signor Fortini, he looked in a way then that I a a in short that I thought very odd turned all sorts of colours.
People forget so many things by the time they come to the age of the Marchese," said the Conte Leandro, with a leering smile, which was meant to establish a confidential understanding between him and Paolina. But the young girl's only answer was to turn in her chair a little more away from him towards the window.
"But I happen to know," said Leandro, quickly, that it was he who proposed it to her. He persuaded her to go." "And how in the world do you know that, pray?" asked Manutoli, turning sharply upon him. "I I heard it said. I was told so. I am sure I don't know who it was said so. Nobody has been talking about anything else. Some fellow or other said that Ludovico had proposed the trip to her."
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