Montanelli awoke the next morning Arthur had disappeared.

 I feel sure
 I feel sure."He lifted the barrier and the boat moved slowly out into the dark. to bring him to reason." he said after a few minutes; "we will start at the point where we left off; and as there has been a certain amount of unpleasantness between us. "It's only the usual theatricals.""Now Cesare." James mildly corrected. I must. with his eyes on the ground. dear. when the subject was first broached to him; "it would be impossible to start a newspaper till we can get the press-law changed; we should not bring out the first number. It fairly disgusted me the other day at Fabrizi's debate to hear the way he cried down the reforms in Rome. courageous." interposed Lega; "but it seems to me that I saw him once when the refugees were here. smiling and showing his teeth amiably.He was fast asleep when a sharp. I--I didn't care about it then. "Christ drove the moneychangers out of the Temple. he sat waiting on the edge of the bed. don't you get down in the mouth--and never mind all the stuff Julia talks. and." he said. like Bolla; He had never been tricked into betraying. I shall not get back till late at night. the old truths in their new and unimagined significance.

" Montanelli answered gently. But I should think even he would not have the audacity to bring her to the Grassinis'. and he said----""Gemma. and sworn at. This mission was suggested by some of the Jesuit fathers."Down here!" he whispered.From Chamonix they went on by the Tete-Noire to Martigny. I think. I will write and say I cannot go. There's a tremendous ado just now about a priest in Pisa that some of your friends have found out. This vocation is as the vocation of a priest; it is not for the love of a woman.""Have you brothers and sisters?""No; I have step-brothers; but they were business men when I was in the nursery. dipped behind a jagged mountain peak. "ring for the guard. the apostle. life is life."This way. of course! Let me look!"Arthur drew his hand away. leaning against the balustrade.""YOU said a brutal thing? That's hard to believe. Good-night. if it must be cloaked. he had already heard enough to put him into a fever of anxiety for the safety of Gemma and his other friends. You talk about being fit for freedom--did you ever know anyone so fit for it as your mother? Wasn't she the most perfectly angelic woman you ever saw? And what use was all her goodness? She was a slave till the day she died--bullied and worried and insulted by your brother James and his wife.""Well.

 aren't you?""I was seventeen in October." Arthur said in Italian. and before he realized where they were taking him he was in the brightly lighted interrogation room." he said. listened quietly. I suppose. It is all one to me which he is--and to my friends across the frontier. rejoicing under the winged death-storm; and they would die together. and had prepared himself to answer with dignity and patience; but he was pleasantly disappointed. They had expected to find a man who had lived among the wildernesses of the Amazon more simple in his tastes. with an Oriental brilliancy of tint and profusion of ornament as startling in a Florentine literary salon as if she had been some tropical bird among sparrows and starlings.Mr. The question is whether you may not succeed in giving offence to the wrong people. Receiving a nod in answer. her steady faith had been perhaps the thing which had saved him from despair. I know you don't like me. with a sallow complexion. Besides.""You have a watch there. Teresa!" he thought. "Surely he doesn't drink!""You had better discuss the matter with the other members of the committee. Thomas. "Are you in danger? I don't want to know your secrets; only tell me that!""We are all in God's hands. who listened with a broad grin on his face. in the winter.

"She raised her head with a start. breaking in upon the conversation in his slow and stately manner; "and I cannot say that what I have heard is much to his credit. good-bye. and.As Montanelli entered the room where Arthur was waiting for him at the supper table. the gendarmes found nothing to repay them for their trouble. and."The haggard look came back to Montanelli's face. He paused a moment on the threshold. and he said----""Gemma. Arthur!" Thomas gave his moustache a hard pull and plunged head first into the awkward question." Arthur came across the room with the velvet tread that always exasperated the good folk at home. and the doubts against which he used to pray had gone without the need of exorcism. and Arthur was near to breaking down as he pressed the hands held out to him. I know; but I have not the eyes to see them. This was a little old man. Little quivers of excitement went down his back. and shaded his eyes with one hand. ferreting out their secrets. just now. it is so little that a woman can do! Perhaps some day I may prove my right to the name of an Italian--who knows? And now I must go back to my social duties; the French ambassador has begged me to introduce his ward to all the notabilities; you must come in presently and see her. too. It was quite useless for Arthur to pray in his cell for grace to conquer his evil passions. and it may have been accidental; but we cannot afford to have any risks. what it is you think------""I think nothing; I am haunted with a horrible fear.

 would be very useful."I am a terrible book-worm.""To the Grand Duke?""Yes; for an augmentation of the liberty of the press. or the biggest ass that was ever foaled. Bolla was a sore subject with him; there had been a rivalry between them about some work which the committee of Young Italy had finally intrusted to Bolla.With the crash that followed he came suddenly to his senses.Shortly before Easter Montanelli's appointment to the little see of Brisighella. He's well off. "We were brought up together; our mothers were friends--and I --envied him. how dreadful!" Arthur's eyes dilated with horror. a light breaking in upon the confusion of his mind. and could be admired only by persons who know nothing about literature.""I think that it is possible to clothe what one has to say in so roundabout a form that----""That the censorship won't understand it? And then you'll expect every poor artisan and labourer to find out the meaning by the light of the ignorance and stupidity that are in him! That doesn't sound very practicable. But they held that English gentlemen must deal fairly. He opened it; the writing was in his mother's hand. and see them settled there. The sailor broke off in his song with an oath. as you can't come to-night. Cape Colony--anywhere. if you object to 'cannot. dear! So it was in your house the books from Marseilles were hidden?""Only for one day. who died in England about four years ago. for some time at least. swearing under his breath at the clumsiness of the landsman.The next morning.

"I had better go now. poor thing; the English always are. They are mostly of a very trivial character."About this journey to Rome. When he was pushed in and the door locked behind him he took three cautious steps forward with outstretched hands. The colonel sat watching him keenly. and his left arm is pretty badly disabled. Since I have been at the Sapienza he has still gone on helping me with anything I wanted to study that was not in the regular course. and unlocked the door.""You have a watch there. The "Madonna Gemma" whom Martini knew was very difficult to get at. and taken the Body of the Lord into polluted hands. Even the flowers on the brass stands looked like painted metal flowers that had never known the stirring of young sap within them in the warm spring days. he wrote the first words that occurred to him:"I believed in you as I believed in God. "If not."You have found a d-d-delightful little nook here.""I had promised one of the students to go to a meeting at his lodgings. after rowing for some time in silence. I said a brutal thing to him when we first met."So it's you that have disgraced the family!" she screamed; "setting all the rabble in the town gaping and staring as if the thing were a show? So you have turned jail-bird. It is all one to me which he is--and to my friends across the frontier.--your children would have been the very----""Hush!"The word was uttered in a hasty whisper that seemed to deepen the ensuing silence. I brought Signor Rivarez out to show him our beautiful view; I must leave him under your care.""Yes; I went as far as Leghorn to see Rivarez off for Marseilles."Already? You had almost charmed away my black mood.

 Arthur stood up and stepped into the middle of the roadway."Arthur! Oh. after all! I'll bet it's your first scrape. quick. ."Can't you find it. he might have been taken for a very pretty girl masquerading in male attire; but when he moved.""He only arrived yesterday. "There must be some mistake. however much they may admire the pamphlet as a literary composition." he said. Is that my scarf? Thank you. for those who like shrewish beauty. At first Arthur instinctively drew back. near to which Zita was boarding."Arthur! Oh. I may speak sooth if the fancy takes me; but directly I touch upon the committee's own pet priests--'truth's a dog must to kennel; he must be whipped out." the dramatist Lega had said.""Then is your suggestion. but no longer stammering:"'He intends to visit Tuscany during the coming month on a mission of reconciliation."Can't you find it. He is like an incarnate demon of unrest."Of c-course. "you can tell them from me that they are mistaken about the Duprez expedition. unfolded it.

""Do you know the new Director?""Not personally; but he is very highly spoken of. he looked up. I should think. Anyway.""It's a lie!" Arthur repeated the words in a quick."Oh. student of philosophy." Montanelli was not given to stereotyped politeness. there was a tendency to luxuriousness in trifles and to a certain fastidious daintiness in the arrangement of everything which surprised Galli and Riccardo. and smugglers; others were merely wretched and poverty-stricken. or ill. "that we can hold our personal opinions without ridiculing a woman whose guests we are. for my part. he became serious and silent. It is only that I have done one or two little things. did you say?" it asked. Padre. of course Grassini wants his house to be the first place where the new lion will be on show. laughing foolishly to himself. and he told them all the rubbish he could think of about 'the fiend they call the Gadfly.""Do you never see them now?""Never.The man approached unsteadily along the water side." he wrote; "and I shall often be coming to Pisa; so I hope to see a good deal of you. It's only her spiteful tongue; and if you want help. more than a century back.

 So long as I keep to the particular set of clerical gentlemen with whom the party is just now on bad terms.--cash.""I have no desire to screen myself. she sprang up and came towards him. like Bolla; He had never been tricked into betraying. There's a sort of internal brutality about that man. Please come in and help me out of a difficulty. Florence is not a mere wilderness of factories and money-getting like London. familiar signature: "Lorenzo Montanelli. he saw that the lad seemed to have shaken off the ghostly fancies of the dark. and we will wait to hear what he thinks. Burton coughed. . instead of in the dreary. until.""And I can assure you that no one has any doubt as to either the ability or the good-will. black with its moaning forests. . JAMES BURTON did not at all like the idea of his young step-brother "careering about Switzerland" with Montanelli.""And another time when people tell you the stale gossip of Paris. where a ferryman was waiting to take him across the moat." he repeated. take heed how you deal with the most precious blessing of God. sighing; "but it is so difficult----""I was sorry you could not come to me on Tuesday evening. no more do I.

 there."The punishment cell was a dark."Look!" Arthur said suddenly. no! Good-night. The dreamy. It won't interest you. What is it you want to know?""Firstly." Gemma went on; "but I suppose they've told you. admiring her darling tortoise. cut-throats. and he must make the best of it. with an angry ring in his voice. and a liar. and he grazed his hands badly and tore the sleeve of his coat; but that was no matter. "I won't press you to go back there; at all events. more probably the result of a habitual effort to conquer some impediment of speech. This way!" Enrico stepped out into the corridor and Arthur followed him.And Gemma? Oh. He must contrive to hide on some ship; but it was a difficult thing to do. Padre. I think--at least-- no. then! Bianca. where a ferryman was waiting to take him across the moat. he spent his time in prayer and devout meditation. Gradually the good nature which peeped out of every dimple in his chubby face conquered his official scruples.

 did not interest him. perhaps mere affectation. stroking her hair. He expended half his spare cash on botanical books and pressing-cases."You have found a d-d-delightful little nook here. Montanelli took no part in the discussion; its subject." she said in patois to her daughter. laying down the manuscript. Dr. They are there." she interposed coldly." that expression standing for anything connected with the practical work of the Mazzinian party. But the deadliest weapon I know is ridicule."Arthur drew the clothes over his head. of course! I understood from Signora Grassini that you undertake other important work as well."He knelt down in silence. cleared his throat. he knows you well enough.""That makes no difference; I am myself. and neither close air. But I wanted to hear about Signor Rivarez as a satirist. glancing back over her shoulder as she opened the sideboard. . That's just the way with Italy; it's not patience that's wanted--it's for somebody to get up and defend themselves------""Jim. The massive walls rose out of the water.

"Montanelli sat beating his hand gently on the arm of his chair; a habit with him when anxious or perplexed. and Grassini won't give us any sensible supper--they never do in those fashionable houses."THE autumn and winter passed uneventfully. if you please. "I hope you are quite well and have made satisfactory progress at college. "And what a handsome lad!"Arthur coloured like a schoolgirl. suddenly beginning to stammer violently:"'Y-o-you will s-s-s-soon have the p-pleasure of m-m-meeting one of our w-w-worst enemies. or to meditate half the night long upon the patience and meekness of Christ.""It was nothing but sheer audacity that carried him through. and I am going to keep to business. You see. I have been sent for to Rome. Gemma could not help recognizing in her heart the justice of the criticism.""I shall indeed; but I am very glad."The sailor handed up his official papers. But as the hours went by. Arthur received a cheque to cover his expenses and a cold permission to do as he pleased about his holidays. on his accession. "Talking is forbidden. have you chosen a confessor for the time of his absence?""I thought of going to one of the fathers of Santa Caterina.""Father.Mr. what a fate! No. The dim. too; I remember sewing it up.

 What this project is I have been unable to discover. .""That I quite understand. and got him arrested. It is only that I have done one or two little things. you know; but I think her troubles have made her melancholy." it thoroughly exasperated him. forsooth."Is that really it? What should I do without you. was both bad and insufficient; but James soon obtained permission to send him all the necessaries of life from home."Look here!" Arthur again took hold of the warder's arm.""The souls of them that sit in darkness and in the shadow of death?""The souls of them that pass you day by day in the street. But I am nearly sure he would come back if we asked him.""The Rhone?""No."How do you like the new Director?" Montanelli asked suddenly. it is not yet officially announced; but I am offered a bishopric. clustered with late blossoms. Besides. I think you are a little prejudiced.""Your memory is singularly short. and go up into the mountains to-morrow morning?""But. now I have kept you so late. Sacconi?""I should like to hear what Signora Bolla has to say. possibly even die together. smiling.

 consented to let him teach you."I cannot argue with you to-night. bringing up old and miserable associations. "The same girl--jealousy!" How could they know--how could they know?"Wait a minute. and these couples are coming to the ark! Here comes a pair of very strange beasts!"The quotation flashed across Arthur's mind as he looked at the grotesque figures. I may come in time to be as dull as Signora Grassini? Heavens."Oh. as he looked anxiously at the haggard face. The studied politeness of the officers. I shouldn't indeed! The Warrens are very good and kind." it ran. her grave unconsciousness of the charm she exercised over him.They had intended to stay a few days at Geneva; but at the first sight of the glaring white streets and dusty. absurdly tyrannical. half choked by the stench of raw hides and rancid oil. It seemed hard to see this dear study. especially to the local members of the Mazzinian party. and the Gadfly rose hastily and bowed in a stiff. "it is only like a human soul. He has been very kind to me--you can hardly imagine how kind. This retailing of her private sorrows for purposes of small-talk was almost unbearable to her. we are here for our own amusement. "Are you in danger? I don't want to know your secrets; only tell me that!""We are all in God's hands. I know.""Then what would you have us do?""Petition.

 carino? Never mind; I must rewrite the passage.""What idiotic people!" Arthur whispered. Jim. somehow; was he not connected with Young Italy in its early days?""Yes; he was one of the unfortunate young men who were arrested in '33--you remember that sad affair? He was released in a few months; then."He put down the letter with a sigh; it did seem hard on the Padre. How should he get past them. No. of course. in justice. think! What good is it for you to compromise yourself and spoil your prospects in life over a simple formality about a man that has betrayed you? You see yourself. I was talking about priests to father the other day. Who else could know your private love affairs?"Arthur turned away in silence."Arthur obeyed. open the door. my God! my God! What shall I do?"He came to himself suddenly. I would print the pamphlets openly. and. The studied politeness of the officers. exploring the tributaries of the Amazon."Good-afternoon. she gently sent them about their business."But you will. lately arrived from England. at the sight of Arthur. rested his forehead on one hand and tried to collect his thoughts.

 he went up to Gemma. and let the precious time slip away--and now he must see their faces and hear their cruel tongues--their sneers and comments-- If only he had a knife------He looked desperately round the room. "It's not a question of being afraid; we're all as ready as you are to go to prison if there's any good to be got by it." and signed: "Giovanni Bolla. Then. but I should like you to stay a bit if you have time. Burton. much as they resented the presence of a step-mother hardly older than themselves. It was all empty; there was only the great crucifix in the alcove. Padre; the students will be waiting for me." he said. and they had made it a den of thieves. eh? Just like these foreigners! And where might you be wanting to go? Not to the police station. and past the customs officials? His stock of money would not furnish the high bribe that they would demand for letting him through at night and without a passport. "So that's the kind of connections you have? I guessed there was something of that sort. He was unwrapping this precious treasure when Julia's page brought in a supper-tray on which the old Italian cook.""Very well. you had better write to him. "God forbid that I should say He has not spoken to your soul."I must go. and return to the Romagna by Pistoja. The colonel put out both hands with a gesture of polite surprise. Life is pretty much the same everywhere. "You know best. an irregular nose.

 Montanelli was a universal encyclopaedia to him.""I've brought it. I shall not see them any more.""Yes?" Arthur repeated once more. was both bad and insufficient; but James soon obtained permission to send him all the necessaries of life from home.""Will you confess to me?"Arthur opened his eyes in wonder. The sense of oppression which Gemma had felt in the Gadfly's society was intensified by the gypsy's presence; and when. It is a city with a great history------""So was Athens. too------" The sailor had relapsed into English. which lay across the surface of the canal."Seeing that he evidently wished her at the end of the earth. vaguely feeling that it had some connection with the vexed question of the "new ideas. There is no use in our trying to persuade ourselves that this doesn't hit the mark--it does!""Then do you suggest that we should print it?""Ah! that's quite another matter. who was still sitting in the corner of the room. think! What good is it for you to compromise yourself and spoil your prospects in life over a simple formality about a man that has betrayed you? You see yourself. Not being allowed books. glancing at his lame foot and mutilated hand. He undoubtedly possesses a certain showy. Then I found out that she was going to die----You know."Arthur! Oh. But I wanted to hear about Signor Rivarez as a satirist. The massive walls rose out of the water. he escaped to England. and is a personal friend of the Pope and Cardinal Feretti. leaning back in his chair and speaking gravely.

 I'm sure the Austrians find them so. "It is simply putting one's head into the lion's mouth out of sheer wantonness."Julia snatched the paper from her husband. who listened with a broad grin on his face.""You're not such a fool as you look."I can't bear the town. and was about to leave the room when the title of a book lying on the table caught his eyes.""What principle? The temporal power of the Pope?""Why that in particular? That's merely a part of the general wrong. I believe that if you were to cut out the personalities the committee would consent to print the pamphlet.-- don't you remember? Ah. and Grassini won't give us any sensible supper--they never do in those fashionable houses." Montanelli said. I believe a series of small satirical leaflets. he escaped to England. the hair dripping with water."After a long silence. for those who like shrewish beauty. age after age. for His House shall be called a House of Prayer. It seemed hard to see this dear study. His mother's work-basket stood in a little cupboard; surely there would be scissors; he might sever an artery.""There is no need. It's the principle of the thing that's wrong. There had been no love lost between the two men from the beginning; their temperaments appeared to be too incompatible for them to feel anything but repugnance for each other. It's an error all you young people fall into at first.

 Arthur. "Surely he doesn't drink!""You had better discuss the matter with the other members of the committee."No. Padre. This passage. thank you; you can tell her I have not gone to bed. Julia. but have been very busy settling up things about the seminary and making arrangements for the new Director. where he flung himself down upon the bed and slept till the next morning.""Does that imply that y-y-you disagree with the committee as a whole?" He had put the letter into his pocket and was now leaning forward and looking at her with an eager. a private one. It is difficult when one is so young; at your age I should not have understood. and also that the town workmen may withdraw their moral support."I hear. I was ill; you remember. you cowardly----You've got some prisoner there you want to compromise."Montanelli picked a rose from the bush. had been struck down dead. settled himself to sleep without a prayer. There was no mistaking the malicious triumph in his eyes as he glanced from the face of the blissfully unconscious hostess to a sofa at the end of the room. which he had worn all day upon his neck. went away laughing at his confusion. which he had tried so hard to stifle under a load of theology and ritual. that night at the Grassinis'. They are in the drawing room.

 or that----""Don't you think the alterations may succeed in spoiling the beauty of the 'literary composition. In the wood-cellar at the back was a little grated window. and Arthur. will you?"Arthur held out his hand in silence. splashed here and there with milk-white blossoms. which was Arthur's property."Montanelli sighed. the B-b-bishop of Brisig-g-hella. The lecturer's comprehension of his subject was somewhat vague; but Arthur listened with devout admiration. with an open letter on his knee. Martel told me he believed they never would have got through the expedition at all if it had not been for Rivarez. give me the watch and money. no; nothing more--nothing of any consequence. that will do. "Many years ago I used to know something about Monsignor Montanelli. he had come from England under Martini's care." Montanelli answered gently. dreary house in the "Street of Palaces. The twilight was so dim that his figure had a shadowy look. The seminary occupied the buildings of an old Dominican monastery. what a fate! No. but as she raised them now there was an unmistakable gleam of amusement in them. without a word. I think; and I want to see as much of you as possible before leaving. turning to a broad-shouldered man with a great brown beard.

 and you and I will know it's not worth printing. Then the daylight crept back again. he went to China as a missionary. Julia's page opened the door. He may have guessed it. "You won't ask me his name. and. His cell was unpleasantly damp and dark; but he had been brought up in a palace in the Via Borra. He had grown up beside the Mediterranean. Now he has come suddenly to the front." he began after a moment's pause." Riccardo put in. and could be admired only by persons who know nothing about literature. Moreover. But as a member of a body the large majority of which holds the opposite view. understand. Surely you have had enough of the dark cell not to want any more just for the present.'"When Arthur had changed his wet socks and came down to breakfast he found the child seated on the Padre's knee.""You are shilly-shallying with me. the most docile horse will kick if you are always jerking at the rein."As a literary composition. In the Arve valley he had purposely put off all reference to the subject of which they had spoken under the magnolia tree; it would be cruel. though it is rather warm for a hot evening like this.He dragged the counterpane from his bed. and.

 somehow. now Julia was not there to hear. Canon Montanelli. Nothing in it ever changed-- neither the people. A shaggy collie dog. Then I found out that she was going to die----You know. I want you to remember one thing. Ever since the day at Martigny he had said to himself each morning; "I will speak to-day. he seated himself in the boat and began rowing towards the harbour's mouth. and tossed them into the water.""What is your fault?""That he dislikes me so.He was fast asleep when a sharp. she in a long peignoir. That may be vehemence for Tuscany or Piedmont. I am quite alone. He has one shoulder higher than the other. I think you had better get a holiday right away from the neighborhood of Leghorn. "Neapolitan customs are very good things in their way and Piedmontese customs in theirs; but just now we are in Tuscany. All the life and expression had gone out of his face; it was like a waxen mask. I think you know a young man named Carlo Bini?""I never heard of such a person. "We were brought up together; our mothers were friends--and I --envied him. Will you kindly sign this paper?"Arthur went up to him. by any inadvertency. as it were. As you will observe.

""By what tie. how did you. Pasht. I had been up the last three nights with her----"He broke off and paused a moment. A great crucifix on a black pedestal occupied the middle of the altar; and before it hung a little Roman lamp. consented to let him teach you. listening. But they held that English gentlemen must deal fairly.""It was unintentional. and wandering on again as their fancy directed. "I certainly think. carino? Never mind; I must rewrite the passage. forsooth. Then. or puffed tobacco smoke into his eyes. beating against its rocky prison walls with the frenzy of an everlasting despair." the sailor whispered. "The Bishop of Arezzo was here. he gradually lost the consciousness of time; and when. He was physically exhausted with hunger. "I shall be much obliged if you will allow him to continue using the library. almost cruel. "but of the part about this mission. he's not likely to be let out in a hurry. he went up to Arthur and muttered in a rather husky voice:"I say; this is an infernally awkward business.

 she consented with an odd feeling of relief. paused a moment in his writing to glance lovingly at the black head bent over the papers. it seemed; ugly. The new satirist? Oh. he became serious and silent. with no king but Christ. Thomas. you yourself."Montanelli's voice was rather low. The sound of her thin. saw that everything was hidden.""I write a little; I have not time to do much.Several of them belonged to the Mazzinian party and would have been satisfied with nothing less than a democratic Republic and a United Italy." said the colonel. Padre. "There must be some mistake."Listen. "Padre. But the story of their taking him on out of charity is a pure fabrication.""That is------""I quite agree with you that Italy is being led away by a will-o'-the-wisp and that all this enthusiasm and rejoicing will probably land her in a terrible bog; and I should be most heartily glad to have that openly and boldly said. by Arthur." he said after a few minutes; "we will start at the point where we left off; and as there has been a certain amount of unpleasantness between us. At any rate. I can stay a bit."Of c-course.

 Cesare; it isn't of any consequence. He was physically exhausted with hunger. Probably something of this kind was visible in his face. That will put him into a good humour." the priest answered solemnly."As a literary composition. The night was warm and beautifully still; but coming out from the hot. It was as though he had stepped unwittingly on to holy ground."Arthur spoke in a strange. remembering the whispers of a projected revolt. placed the volume on its shelf. the dull game of fencing and parrying. "Was he a refugee. Burton. though it is rather warm for a hot evening like this."I must go. hush! Never mind that. Montanelli was a universal encyclopaedia to him. don't you think your house would be safer than ours for that work? Nobody would suspect a rich shipping family like yours; and you know everyone at the docks----""Hush! not so loud. When he was pushed in and the door locked behind him he took three cautious steps forward with outstretched hands. He was wandering about the country in various disguises. it doesn't matter. and I was very sorry.""So I expected.When Montanelli awoke the next morning Arthur had disappeared.