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Updated: June 18, 2025
Come in, gentlemen sit down. It is dark. I will light the lamp." And striking a match, Temistocle lit a couple of candles and placed them upon the table of the small sitting-room. The two men sat down, holding their hats upon their knees. "If you will excuse me," said Temistocle, "I will go and make the signore's coffee. He dines at the restaurant, and always comes home for his coffee.
On inquiry, however, he found that the message had been sent, and that the paper had been put into the Signore's own hand by the Sienese messenger. Then he got into some discourse with the landlord about the strange gentleman at Casalunga. Trevelyan was beginning to become the subject of gossip in the town, and people were saying that the stranger was very strange indeed.
"The Signore's Excellency is betrayed by the Signore's Excellency's beak." "If the Signore will pardon me, I observed that the Signore's name, when he wrote in the visitors' book, was Crahforrdi of England," the old man explained. "But the Crahforrdi of England are a house cognate to ours.
Madre Santissima! but the reverend signore's eyes are dull with sleep!" and she waved her hand to a benevolent-looking little priest, who was settling himself in the boat, and spreading out upon the bench his carefully tucked-up skirts. The men upon the quay had dropped their work to see their pastor off, who bowed and nodded kindly, right and left.
"For seven years you have received fifty American dollars every month, and out of it you do not spend as many copper centesimi. I am certain that you have twenty thousand lire tucked away in your stocking; a fortune!" "I buy the blacking for the signore's boots," gravely. Hillard saw the twinkle in the black eyes. "I have never," he said truthfully, "asked you to black my boots."
Artois got up and went a few steps nearer to the cottage. "Can one see the place where the signore's body was found?" he asked. "Si, signore, from the other side, among the trees." "I will come back in a moment," said Artois. He walked away from the fisherman and entered the wood, circling the cottage. The fisherman did not come with him.
"The signore's memory is evidently at fault. I I hesitate to refresh it before this gentleman," and he glanced at me. "Oh! you need not mind. Mr. Hargreave is my secretary, and knows all my confidential affairs," said Rayne, assuming an air of bonhomie, though I knew he was greatly perturbed by his visitor.
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