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At sight of Derby he called out heartily, "Hello, Jack, when did you come over?" Derby drew up a chair beside him, and briefly sketched the object of his visit. "Negotiating with Scorpa, I suppose?" asked Porter. "The Sulphur King?" Derby shook his head. "No, I don't think I shall need him. I have my hands on a property that promises to be what I am looking for.
The portière was lifted and the footman announced, "Suo Eccellenza il Duca di Scorpa!" "Ah, I hope I do not intrude upon the family gaiety!" The duke's face was insinuatingly bland and his manner smooth as an eel. The dancers stopped instantly.
Christopher Shayne, besides, was a shrewd man and reliable, and one who never had been caught in a questionable transaction. In case of his being able to reclaim it, Scorpa would pretend that the picture was burnt or stolen time enough to cross bridges when he came to them. But that chance was beyond all probability.
But Nina's thoughts were not on the processes of mining just then, though they were on Scorpa. She looked at Derby appealingly. "Jack!" "Yes, Nina?" "Do you know what I think? Aunt Eleanor won't say a word; she hides it all she can, but she must have lost almost her entire fortune. Jack, do you think that Duke Scorpa could be at the bottom of it?"
Del Sati is one of the numerous names of the Scorpa family." Nina cast another glance at the portrait of Alexander VI. The sinister face was so like the present duke's that it made her shudder, and her imagination at once pictured slaves and prisoners being dragged along these same stone floors.
Then a jar struck through her blinding rage; in a daze she felt herself released, and realized that Giovanni had appeared; that he had gripped Scorpa around the throat until his eyes started out of their sockets; and then sent him sprawling to the floor. With the relief and reaction, everything seemed to recede from Nina and grow black.
One might put it in three words: One must work!" Zoya shook her head she did it charmingly. "No, no," she said softly; "you are altogether wrong though I also can put it in three words. Life lies in this: One must love. That's all there is!" The conversation ended there, for the Duke Scorpa and Count Masco came up to speak to the contessa.
But I take it that you have something of more than ordinary importance to communicate." He finished his sentence by giving his mustache a thoughtful twirl upward, first on one side and then on the other. The Duke Scorpa let his rat-like eyes rest a moment upon the alert face of Mr. Shayne before he answered: "You said once in my presence that you had long wanted to acquire a Raphael.
Sansevero was questioned again, and refused to say anything more. He had answered once, and that, in his opinion, was sufficient for a gentleman. The government thereupon had sent a representative to the Scorpa palace, where Sansevero averred the picture was. The duke's servants were catechised, but none had ever seen it.
In the adjoining room she motioned him to sit beside her, but he stood instead, leaning against the window frame. She looked up with something like apology. "Am I keeping you?" she asked quickly. "Are you in a hurry?" Almost with the manner of Mr. Randolph, he pulled out his watch. "Not especially. I have an appointment with the Duke Scorpa but not for half an hour."
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