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"But " he began, and then staggering back leaned against the wall. "Quick fly!" urged Temistocle, shaking him roughly by the arm. "It is the Holy Office you have time. I told them you would be back, and they are waiting quietly they will wait all night. Here is your overcoat," he added, almost forcing his master into the garment "and your hat here! Come along, there is no time to lose.
As his master addressed him, he stood still and listened with a sort of distorted smile in acknowledgment of the compliment made him. "Temistocle, you must find out when the Duchessa d'Astrardente means to leave Rome, and where she is going. You know somebody in the house?"
Indeed he was rarely to be found at that time, for when he was not engaged elsewhere, he dined with Donna Tullia and her old countess, accompanying them afterwards to any of the quiet Lenten receptions to which they desired to go. Temistocle was also out, for it was his hour for supper, a meal which he generally ate in a small osteria opposite his master's lodging.
He told me, months afterwards, that when he passed through the courtyard, on his way to Hedwig's apartment, he found Benoni seated on the stone bench, smoking a cigarette and gazing into space, so that he passed close before him without being noticed. Temistocle closed the door, then opened it again, and looked out, after which he finally shut it, and seemed satisfied.
"We might go into the osteria opposite and drink a foglietta." "No," said the other, who seemed to be the one in authority. "We must wait here, if we wait till midnight. Those are the orders." The second detective grumbled something not clearly audible, and silence ensued. But Temistocle had heard quite enough.
Then, making him hold his head down, and puffing harder than ever, he cropped his thin hair, and managed to make a tolerably respectable tonsure. But the whole operation had consumed half an hour at the least, and Del Ferice was trembling still. Temistocle thrust the clothes into his bag. "My watch!" objected the unfortunate man, "and my pearl studs give them to me what?
Burn all the papers if you can though I suppose the sbirri have got them by this time. Bring my clothes if you steal anything, remember there are knives in Rome, and I know where to write to have them used." Whereat Temistocle broke into a torrent of protestations. How could his master think that, after saving him at such risk, his faithful servant would plunder him?
When once he hits upon one of these popular names, he is carried away for several pages, and insists on calling everybody Thomson. But occasionally he has an inspiration. Temistocle Zammit is a good name, though the humour of calling a famous musician Zimbalist is perhaps a little too obvious. In conclusion, one can say that while our author's merits are many, his faults are of no great moment.
Temistocle, clattering loudly, hooked the bag to the traveller and let it run down noisily; then he tied the rope and went out. He had carefully closed the door of the sitting-room, but he had been careful to leave the door which opened upon the stairs unlatched.
I was still ignorant of his whereabouts, not yet knowing what I knew long afterwards, and have told you, because otherwise you would have been as much in the dark as he was himself, when Temistocle cunningly turned the lock of the staircase door and left him to his curses and his meditations.
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