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"Despise you?" he gasped, slowly. The truth began to dawn on two men at the same time. Ugo's heart sank like a stone and Quentin's leaped as if stung by an electric shock. His figure straightened, his chin was lifted, and the blood surged from all parts of his body to his turbulent heart. "I loved him, Prince Ravorelli, better than all the world.
"The last to the right as you leave this door, at the extreme end of the corridor. There are four doors between mine and his. Across the hall from his room you will see an open door. A man sits in there all night long, keeping watch. You could not approach Prince Ugo's door without being seen by that watcher." "You said in your note to Barnes that the er something was in Curtis's study."
Ugo's face was lighting up with pleasure and satisfaction and Sallaconi was breathing easier. "I'm speaking of hands, not arms," said Phil, glaring at the other. "I'll fight him in a second," cried Dickey. "Gentlemen, gentlemen! Be calm! Let this affair be arranged by your seconds and in the regular manner," expostulated Ugo.
"Is Giovanni Pavesi there, also?" asked Saxondale, loudly. "I do not know him, my lord. The prince's companions are strangers to me. Is such a person here?" Lord Bob could almost see the look on Ugo's face when the question was put to him. "I never heard the name," came the clear voice of the Italian. "My friends are well known to Lord Saxondale.
Dickey's bullet had blown away part of the big Russian's chin and jaw, burying itself in the wall beyond. Prince Ugo's face was livid, and his black eyes bulged with horrified amazement. The unscrupulous, daring, infallible duelist whom he had induced to try conclusions with Quentin in a regular and effective way, had been overthrown at the outset by a most peculiar transaction of fate.
He, too, had caught the name, though he was not listening in the least to Ugo's chatter; and as he met Corona's eyes he moved uneasily, as much as to say he wished the fellow would stop talking. A moment later Del Ferice rose from his seat; he had seen Donna Tullia passing near, and thought the opportunity favourable for obtaining an invitation to join the party on the drag.
Suddenly a strange chill came over this idle, happy dream, and she opened her eyes with a start, Ugo's face fading away like a flash. The thought had rushed in like a stab from a dagger. Would Philip Quentin be there, and would he care? Would he care? "Th' juke sent his card up, sir," said Turk, his master was once more in his rooms at the Bellevue.
General Severi had lived to retrieve a part of his fortune, and had died rather suddenly of heart-failure after a bad attack of influenza, leaving his property to be divided equally between his two surviving sons and their sister. The latter had married away from Rome, and Ugo's younger brother was in the navy, so that he was now the only member of his family left in Rome.
The little nest of talkers at Gouache's studio in the Via San Basilio was soon discovered, and proved to be harmless enough. Del Ferice was then allowed to go on his way unobserved. But the half-dozen words in which Saracinesca had described Ugo's scheme for hindering Giovanni's marriage had set the Cardinal thinking, and the Cardinal seldom wasted time in thinking in vain.
"Oh, it is nothing. This Durakoff is a great man. If he had not made me go to Carlsbad I really do not know. But I have something to say to you. I want your help, Ugo. Please listen to me." Ugo's fat white face already expressed anxious attention. To accentuate the expression of his readiness to listen, he now put all his papers into a drawer and turned towards his wife.
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