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He was of opinion that the revision would certainly be granted, but he would say nothing as to the amount which might be recovered by the Conti family. As a matter of fact, the settlement had been made hastily, between Volterra, old Sassi and a notary who was not a lawyer; and Volterra, who knew what he was about, and profited largely by it, had run the risk of a revision being required.
Both Volterra and Malipieri had guessed that the anonymous letter had been written by Gigi, the carpenter, but Volterra had seen it several days before the Princess had shown it to Malipieri. Not unnaturally, the Baron thought that it would be a good move to get the man into his power.
I will go downstairs with Signor Malipieri and we will take the porter to the cellars. Then you can go out with Sabina, and if you are careful no one will ever know that she has been here." "And do you mean to let her live under your roof after this?" asked the Baroness indignantly. "Her mother is now in Rome," answered Volterra readily.
"At what time did Signor Malipieri send you out on that errand yesterday afternoon?" asked Volterra, looking hard at the porter. The old man drew himself up, wiped his forehead with a blue cotton handkerchief, and looked from the Baron to the detective, trying to make out whether his employer wished him to speak the truth.
DANIELE DE VOLTERRA (1509-1566) was the best scholar of Michael Angelo. His principal pictures are the "Descent from the Cross," in the Church of Trinit
The younger man eyed him coldly. "What is the matter?" he enquired, without the least show of interest. "You are being watched," answered Volterra, still looking at the ceiling. "You are now one of those interesting people whose movements are recorded like the weather, every twelve hours." "Yes," said Malipieri. "I have known that for some time."
'A PETITE TERRE, small family estate, they said; and sent him hunting through Topographies, far and wide, to no purpose. Others answered, 'Volterra in Italy, some connection with Volterra, and seemed even to know that this was but fatuity. 'In ever-talking, ever-printing Paris, is it as in Timbuctoo, then, which neither prints nor has anything to print? exclaims poor Smelfungus!
Volterra rang the bell by the fireplace, and a man appeared almost instantly. "You may put out the lights," he said. "We are going to bed." "Shall any one sit up, in case Donna Sabina should come in, Excellency?" asked the servant. "No." He went towards the door, and his wife followed him meekly.
The Baron thinks that the man may be your servant." "Yes, he is my servant," Malipieri said. "Signor Sassi was trying to follow me into the excavations " "Yes, yes that is of no importance," interrupted Volterra. "I think it is," retorted Malipieri. "I will not let any man remain in prison suspected of having tried to murder poor old Sassi!
Our driver pointed out that the baskets in which the fishes are being collected are portraits of the baskets still in use in the neighbourhood. After we had returned to London we found, in the Royal Academy Exhibition, a portrait of our bishop which, though not good, was quite good enough to assure us that we had not been mistaken as to his diocese. The Etruscan Urns at Volterra
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