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Updated: May 3, 2025
The thing stuck in my memory, yet I could not remember where I had seen it before." Signor Mannetti prepared for his effect, then made it. "The arms of the Borgia! The arms of the Spanish Pope, Alexander VI. of unholy memory. So all is told, and we will soon go to bed. Having marked them this morning, you will see how readily I was led into the heart of the secret.
When the time came, Sir Walter himself went into Exeter to meet his guest and bring him back by motor-car. At first sight of the signor, his host experienced a slight shock of astonishment to mark the Italian's age. For Vergilio Mannetti was an ancient man.
But the arms a chevron between three lions a fine coat, yet probably not so ancient as the gates." "It was such a thing as bothered me in Florence," said Sir Walter. "I'd seen it before somewhere, but where I know not a bull's head of gold on a red field." Signor Mannetti started and laughed. "Ha-ha! We will come to the golden bull presently, Sir Walter. You shall meet him, I promise you!"
They walked in the garden next morning, and Sir Walter delayed to write to Scotland Yard until after seeing Signor Mannetti again. The old gentleman descended to them presently, and declared himself over-fatigued. "I must sit in the sun and go to sleep again after lunch," he said. "Stephano is annoyed with me, and hints at the doctor." "Mannering will be here to lunch.
Not only the sins of our father are visited upon us, but, if we could trace the infliction, the crimes of countless dead men accomplished long before we were born into this suffering world. I speak in a parable, but this is literal, actual. Dead men committed these murders, and left this legacy of woe." Signor Mannetti stroked the lifeless spaniel.
He patted the sleeping spaniel, and they rose and went into the house together. Mannetti evidently assumed that his wishes were to be granted. "I will go and sleep awhile," he said. "Until an early dinner, excuse me, and let Mrs. May and Mr. Lennox convince you, as they are themselves convinced. These events have immensely excited my vitality.
Letters awaited the returned travellers, one from Colonel Vane, who described his meeting with Signor Mannetti, and hoped something might come of it; and another from the stranger himself. He expressed satisfaction at his invitation, and proposed arriving at Chadlands on the following Monday, unless directions reached him to the contrary.
Young Lennox hastened downstairs. His thoughts concentrated on his uncle, and his desire was to spare him any needless shock. For a moment he believed that Signor Mannetti had succumbed in the Grey Room, as others before him, but he could not be certain. A bare half-hour had elapsed since the watcher had uttered a cheerful answer to the last summons, and told them his vigil was nearly ended.
I have been specially directed by the authorities to allow no man to make further experiments alone." Vergilio Mannetti showed a trace of testiness. "Forgive me, but your mind moves without its usual agility, my friend. Have I not told you everything? What matters Scotland Yard, seeing that it is entirely in the dark, while I have the light?
"Until I hear from you, I remain at Claridge's Hotel in London. "I have the honor to be, "Faithfully yours, "Vergilio Mannetti." To this communication, albeit he felt little hope, Sir Walter made speedy response. He declared his intention of returning to England during the following week, after which he hoped that Signor Mannetti would visit Chadlands at any time convenient to himself.
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