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When presently he reached the high-road by Isola Bella he encountered the fisherman, Giuseppe, who had spent the night at the Casa del Prete. "Are you going to see the place where the poor signore was found, signore?" asked the man. "Si," said Artois. "I was his friend. I wish to see the Pretore, to hear how it happened. Can I? Are they there, he and the others?"
"You are coming with us, Signor Barone?" said the Pretore. Artois was about to say yes, when he saw pass across the aperture of the doorway of the cottage the figure of a girl with bent head. It disappeared immediately. "That must be Maddalena!" he thought. "Scusi, signore," he said, "but I have been seriously ill.
"Why should he go in the dark?" "How do I know, Signor Dottore? and have fallen, and struck his head against the rocks. For there was a wound and " "The body should not have been moved from where it lay till the Pretore had seen it. Gaspare should have left the body." "But perhaps the povero signore is not really dead, after all! Madonna! How " "Come! come! we must not delay! One minute!
We have lost a benefactor. If the poor signorino had lived he would have given me a new boat. He had promised me a boat. For he would come fishing with me nearly every day. He was like a compare " Salvatore stopped abruptly. His eyes were again on Gaspare. "And you say," began the Pretore, with a certain heavy pomposity, "that you did not see the signore at all yesterday?" "No, signore.
"Tell Maddalena to be silent and not to go on crying, signore," he said, violently. "Tell her that if she does not stop crying I will come down here in the night and kill her." "Go, Gaspare! The Pretore is wondering go!" Gaspare went down over the edge of the land and disappeared towards the sea. "Ecco, signore!"
As he began to think, really to think, and to realize things, he knew that after such a death the authorities of Marechiaro, the Pretore and the Cancelliere, would proceed to hold a careful examination into the causes of death. He would be questioned. That was certain. The opportunity would be given him to denounce Salvatore. And was he to keep silence?
It seems the signore had several times passed across the rocks, from which he appears to have fallen, without any difficulty," remarked the Pretore. "Si, signore," said Gaspare. He looked at Salvatore, seemed to make a great effort, then added: "But never when it was dark, signore. And I was always with him. He used to take my hand." His chest began to heave.
"We could not leave him in the sea," she said, as she had said in the night. "No, no. You will only just have to say " "I will tell them what I know. He went down to bathe." "Yes. But the Pretore will want to know why he went to Salvatore's terreno." "I suppose he bathed from there. He knew the people in the Casa delle Sirene, I believe." She spoke indifferently.
Then he went to the steps and spat upon the terrace. "Don't come yet," she wrote, slowly. Then she turned round. "How long will your inquiry take, do you think, signore?" she asked of the Pretore. "When will when can the funeral take place?" "Signora, I trust to-morrow. I hope I do not suppose there will be any reason to suspect, after what Dr.
The poor signore was my benefactor. If I had known he was coming I should have been here to receive him. Why, he has eaten in my house! He has slept in my house. I tell you we were as brothers." "Si, si," said the Cancelliere. Gaspare set his teeth, walked away to the edge of the plateau, and stood looking out to sea. "Then no one saw you?" persisted the Pretore. "Non lo so," said Salvatore.
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