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tive humiliations had aroused burst
their bonds. She turned on him with
quivering speech:
'Evviva, signorei" she said bitterly.
Are you not proud to have frightened
a woman by this valorous trick? Have
you other comedies to garnish the
evening? Non importa-I leave them
for your guest"
Trevanion's face wore a smile Of rel
ish as she swept from the room. He
was certain now of two things. The
old man hated George Gordon; the girl
was she daughter or wife ?-did not.
Had he unwittingly stumbled upon a
trailed which he had not known? He
seated himself with GOODNESS, his in
herent dare-deviltry Haunting to the
surface.
Through the inf1amed brain of the
master of the casa, as he stared at
him with his hawk eyes, were crowd
ing suspicious. Paolos description had
made him certain of the identity Of
the man in the garden. But his COM
mand to his secretary had named only
the MILFORD at the osteria. That the
two were one and the same Paolo could
not have known-otherwise he would
not have brought another. But how
had he been deceived? How, unless
the man before him was a confeder-
ate-had played the others part at the
inn? 1t was a decoy, so the lover Of
his wife, with less .isk in the amour
might laugh in his sleeve at him, the
hoodwinked husband, the richest noble
in Romagnai His lean fingers twitched
May / ask" he queried, wetting his
lips, what the real milord-who is also
in town to-day-pays you for filing his
place to-night?'
Possessed as he was, his host could
not mistake the others unaffected sur
prise. Before the start he gave, sus-
picion of collusion shredded thin.
He is in Venice said Trevanion.
He came to Ravenna this after
noon."
His enemy there? Trevanion re-
membered the laugh of the woman in
the wagonette Jane Clermont had
Knocked him. She lied! She had come
there to meet Gordon. Vicious passion
gathered on his brow, signs readily
translatable, that glozed the old mans
anger with dawning calculation.
You have acted another's role to-
night" Count Guiccioli said, leaning
across the table, "and done it well. I
judge, for my secretary is no fool I
confess to a curiosity to know why you
chose to appear as the Milford for whom
1 waited
Trevanion's malevolence leaped In his
answer: Because hate himl And
hate him more than you! In Italy 1
can add to the reputation he owns al
ready in England! / want his name to
blacken and blister wherever 1t is spok-
en-. That's whyl"
The Count made an exclamation, as
through his fevered blood the idea of
the truth raced swiftly. The town
loungers had gaped at the osteria to
sec the carousal of the milord-so
Paolo had said. Why, it was as good
as a play! He smiled-and thought
further.
The Englishman had been in Ra-
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Il was very much surprised at your
letter, for could not imagine how you
knew that 1 owned such a thing"
of course, you must have been sur
prlsed. but the explanation is very
simple. Mr.. Harding of Harding Broth
ers said that they had sold you their
last copy and he gave me your ad-
Dress
"Oh, that was it, was it? Did he tell
you what I paid for it?"
mo, he did not"
Well, am an honest man, though
not very rich one. 1 only gave Is
shillings for the bust. and I think you
ought to know that before take c10
from you
i am sure the scruple does you
honor, Mr.. Sandeford. But I have
named that price, so intend to stick
to tt"
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servants disappeared. With a word
Paolo also vanished and the man so
strangely introduced gazed about him.
The hall was walled with an arras
tapestry Of faded antique richness,
hung with uncouth weapons. Opposite
ascended broad, dimly lighted stair
way holding inches Of tarnished armor.
Wealth with penuriousness showed
everywhere. Could this whimsical
duress be the audacity of some self
willed DANA, weary of her cavaliere
servente and scheming thus to gain a
romantic tete-a-tete with the famed
and DETAINED parsonage he had Carl
catured that day? Trevanion stole soft
ly to the arras, wrenched Malay kriss
from a clump of arms and slipped it
under his coat
A moment later his guide reappeared.
Up the stair, along tiled and gilded
hall. he followed him to a wide stanza.
A door led from this, at which Paolo
knocked.
AS it opened the compelled guest
caught glimpse of the interior, set
with mirrors and carved furniture,
paneled and ornate with the delicate
traceries Of brush and chisel. In the
room stood two f7gures-a man bent
from age, his face blazing with the
watchfires Of an unbalanced purpose,
and woman. young. lovely, dis
traught. She wore a dressing gown,
and her gold hair fell uncaught about
her shoulders, as though she had been
summoned in haste to a painful au-
dience. Her eyes, on the man, were
fixed in an expression of fearful won
der. One hand was pressed hard against
her heart. Trevanion had never seen
either before; what did they want with
him?
Your guest" announced Paolo on
the threshold.
What do you mean to do?" cried the
girl in frantic fear. He is a noble Of
England! You dare not harm him!"
i am noble of Roma gna." grated
the old man.
1t was the real George Gordon they
expected-not he! Trevanion was smil-
ing as Paolo spoke to him. With a
hand on the blade he concealed he
strode forward past him into the room.
Your servant, signore," said he, as
the door closed behind him.
There was second of silence, broken
by snarl from the old Count and a
cry from Teresa-a sob Of relief. She
leaned against the wall, in the reaction
suddenly faint. Her husbands sum-
mons had filled her with apprehension
for she recalled the sound in the
shrubbery-and his announcement, full
Of menace to Gordon, had shaken her
mettle of resistance. She remembered
an old story of hired assassin whis-
pered Of him when she was child At
the insane triumph and excitement in
his manner she had been convinced and
frightened. Terror had seized her anew
the shivering terror of him Nhat had
come to her on the monastery path and
that her after-resentment had allayed.
Now, however. her fear Gained in
dignation at what she deemed a ruse
to compel an admission Of concern that
had but added to her husbands fury
sent the blood back to her cheeks. All
the repressed feeling that his cumula-
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VIENNA. and had eluded his grasp. Here
before him was youth, clever and un-
scrupulous; if less cunning, yet bolder
"a hatred antedating his own-a ready
tool Who could tell to what use such
an ally might be put? The suggestion
fascinated him. He laughed a splin-
tered treble as he rang the bell sharply
for his secretary.
"A bottle of Amontilladol" he COM
manded. MY good Paolo, we drink
health to the guest of the casa
AS the secretary disappeared Ire
vanion drew the kriss from beneath
his coat and handed it to its owner
A pretty trif1e." he said coolly; II
took the liberty of admiring 1t as I
waited. quite forgot to replace it''
My dear friendl" protested the
Count, pushing it back across the
table, II rejoice that you should fancy
one of my poor possessions! I pray
you accept 1t. Who knows? You may
one day find a use for the plaything!"
They sat late over the wine. They
were still conversing when a win
dow In the casa overlooking the
garden opened and Teresa's face
looked out. Her straining 'emo&ons
had left her trembling. Who was
the swarthy, fierce-eyed man? At the
first sight OF him she had felt an in
stinctive recoil.
But her puzzle fell away as she
gazed out into the soft night with its
peace and somnolent incense. From
the garden below. where she and Cor
don had sat, came the beat of a night
bird bending the poppies. Overhead
tiny pale clouds drifted like cherry
blossoms in the breeze. Far off the
moon dropped closer to the velvet
clasp of the legend-haunted hills. To-
night, foreboding seemed treason while
her heart held that one meeting, as
the sky the stars. inalienable. eternal.
Gordon was safe, on his way to Venice,
and with him was her letter-on
which hung her hope for a papal sepa-
ration-all that was possible under the
seneschalship of Rome.
At length she closed the shutter.
knelt at the ivory crucifix that hung
in a corner Of the raftered chamber.
and creDt into bed.
She fell asleep with a curl-the one
he had kissed-drawn across her lips.
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interior OF this. the last OF the six
busts OF Napoleon which were manu-
featured by Gelder & Co. OF Stepney-
You will remember, Lestrade, the SEN
sation caused by the disappearance of
this valuable jewel and the vain ef-
forts of the London police to recover
1t. / was myself consulted upon the
case. but / was unable to throw any
light upon it. Suspicion fell upon the
maid Of the Princess, who was an
Italian, and it was proved that she
had brother in London, but we
failed to trace any connection between
them. The maids name was Lucretia
Venucci. and there is no doubt in my
mind that this Pietro who was mur
dered two nights ago was the brother.
] have been looking up the dates in the
old files of the paper and 1 find that
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ole CAST AY

Take a greeting to England, you
globe-trottersi Greeting from Venice
the sea-Sodom, to London! Hell is not
paved with its good intentions. Slabs
OF lava, with its parsons damned souls
Tor cement, make a better causeway
for Satan's corso!"
Again he turned to his fellows in
it will be like the rascals to dump
me into Westminster Abbey. If they
do, III save them the trouble Of the
epitaph. I've written it myself:
George, Gordon lies here. peer of Nottingham
Wed. parted and bsnished inside OF a year.
The marriage he made, being too much for
one,
He could not carry of-so he's now carri-on,
Westminster Abbey!" said a mans
bass in disgust.
Gordon's left hand reached and
grasped the sill. His face was con-
vulsed- His right hand went to his
breast pocket.
At that instant. from behind him, a
touch fell on his arm and stayed it. "a
letter, Excellence"
He turned with long, shuddering
breath, and took what Tita handed
him.
81 understand, Tita." he answered,
with an effort The other nodded and
disappeared.
For a moment Gordon stood motion
less. Then he passed from the arbor,
through the hedges, to the spot whittier
the gondolier had led him two hours
before. He sat down on the turf and
buried his face in his hands.
He had scarcely known what shape
less, lurid thing had leaped UP in his
soul as he gazed through the window
but the touch on his arm had told
him. For the moment the pressure had
seemed TereSa's hand. as he had felt it
on the path at San Lazarro, when the
same red mist had swum before his
eyes. Then it had reused a swift sense
Of shame; now the memory did more.
The man yonder he had injured There
had been a deed of shame and bastard
cowardice years before in Greece-yet
what had he to do with the boys act
BY what right had he, that night in
Geneva, judged the others motive to-
ward Jane Clermont? Had his own
been so pure a one then? Because of a
fancied wrong, Trevanion had dogged
him to Switzerland. Because of a real
one he logged him now.
After a time Gordon raised his head
and stared out into the moonlight. 1T
is past" he said aloud and with COM
posure. 1T shall never tempt me againi
What comes to me thus myself have
beckoned. I will not try to avert 1t by
vengeance. The Great Mechanism
that mixed the elements in me to make
me what 1 am shall have its wayi''
He rose slowly and walked back to-
ward the osteria- A groom was wash
ing out the empty diligence. He sent
him for his horse. and in few mo-
ments was in the saddle, riding toward
Venice through the silent, glimmering
streets of Ravenna.
A new, nascent tenderness was in
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CHAPTER xXxyII.
Trevanion Finds am AIIy,

Treyanion, the drunkenness slipped
from his face and the 1rksome limp
discarded, came from the osteria door.
His audience dwindled. he was minded
for fresh air and stroll. Behind the
red glow of his cigar his dark face
wore a smile.
Just at the fringe of the foliage two
stolid figures in servants livery
stepped before him. Startled, he drew
back. Two others stood behind him.
He looked from side to side, pale with
sudden anticipation, his lips drawn
back like a lynx at bay. He was
A fifth figure Joined the circle that
hemmed him-Paolo. suave, smiling,
Corsican.
"Magnificence." he said in respect
full Italian, II bear the salutations of
a gentleman of Ravenna. who begs
your presence at his house tonight
Without waiting answer. he called
softly, and coach with six white
horses drew slowly from the shadow.
For an instant Trevanion smiled in
taneous movement of the four in
livery, however, recalled his dstrust.
Are these his bravos?" he inquired
in surly defiance.
His servants, Magnifcence!"
Garry my excuses then-and bid
him mend the manner Of his invita-
tions."
II should regret to have to convey
such a message from the inilord.''
Paolo opened the coach door as he
spoke. The inference was obvious.
Trevanion glanced swiftly over his
shoulder toward the still hostelry. His
first sound of alarm might easily be
throttled. At any rate, he reflected,
these were not the middle ages. To
the owner of this equipage he was an
English lord, and lords were not kid
naped and stilettoed, even in Italy.
Some wealthy Ravennese, perhaps, not
openly to f1out public disapproval,
chose thus to crafty his curiosity. An
ticipating refusal, he had taken this
method of urbane constraint. Well,
perforce. he would see the adventure
through! He shrugged his shoulders
and entered the coach.
Paolo seated himself and the horses
started at a swinging trot. Through
the windows Trevanion could discern
the forms of the men servants running
alongside. He sat silent, his compan-
ion vouchsafing no remark till the
carriage stopped and they alighted at
the open portal of massive structure
fronting the paved street. 1t was Casa
Guiccioli.
The C,rsican led the way in and the
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CHAPTER xxxvIu.
The Heart Of a Woman,

From the coming of Gordon on that
unforgottable night to the garden,
Teresa's pulse began to beat more
tumultuously. To offset the hurnilia-
ton of her daily life indoors and the
tireless surveillance in the person of
Paolo of well-nigh her every excur-
sion, she had the buoyant memory Of
that hour and the promise of her ap-
peal to the Church's favor. The three
essentials of woman's existence-love,
hope and purpose-were now hers in
spite of all.
More than one new problem per-
turbed her. There was the swarthy
visitor coming and going mysteriously.
closeted with her husband weekly. His
strange entrance into the casa that day
of all days-the stranger ruse that had
been practiced through him upon her
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as at the we'll wrought crisis of play
A flush Of color sprang to Holmes
pale cheeks and he bowed to US like
the master dramatist who receives the
homage of his audience. 1t was at
such moments that for an instant he
ceased to be reasoning machine and
betrayed his human love for admHa-
tlon and applause. The same singu-
larly proud and reserved nature which
turned away with disdain from popu-
lar notoriety was capable of being
moved to It's depths by spontaneous
wonder and praise from a friend
Yes, gentlemen" said he, 1T is the
most famous pearl now existing in the
world, and it has been my good for
tune, by a connected chain of induc-
tive reasoning, to trace it from the
Prince of Colonna's bedroom at the
Dacre Hotel. where it was lost, to the
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well. 1t is very handsome Of you.
Mr.. Holmes. / brought the bust up
with me, as you asked me to do. Here
it isl" He opened his bag, and at last
we saw placed upon our table COM
plete specimen Of that bust which we
had already seen more than once m
fragments
Holmes took a paper from his pocket
and laid s10 note upon the table.
You will kindly sign that paper,
Mr.. Sandeford, in the presence of
these witnesses. It is simply to say
that you transfer every possible right
that you ever had in the bust to me.
I am a methodical man. you see, and
you never know what turn events
might take afterward. Thank you,
Mr.. Sandeford; here is your money,
and I wish you a very good evening" :"
When our visitor had disappeared,
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a reckless, ribald utterance like one
thickened with liquor. 1t conveyed an
invitation to everybody within hearing
10 share its owners punch Laughter
followed, and from outside futter OF
withdrawing skirts and a masculine
exclamation Of affront-
With a puzzled wonder the man in
the arbor listened, while the voice
within lifted in an uncertain song:
Fare thee Welt and II forever,
StiI forever fare thee well;
Even though unforgiving. never
'Gainst thee shall my heart rebel
shameless brute!" came from the
porch. Il wouldn't have believed II.
Snothering a fierce ejaculation, Cor
don strobe TO the window ana gazed
into the room. The singer broke or
with a laugh:
That's the song / always waEble.
gentlemen, when I'm in my cups. /
wrote it 70 my wife-when 1 was
Bond-street lounger, London cicioeo
and fan-carrier 10 a woman.
The man who stared across the sill
with a painful fascination was witness
ing a glaring, vulgar travesty Of him.
self Not the George Gordon he was,
or indeed. had ever been, but the
George Gordon the world believed him;
the abandoned prohigate of wassail ana
blackguardism, whom tourists ooasted
Of having seen, and OF whom the elev-
enth commandment had been promul-
gated for all British womanhnd-not to
road his books. And this counterpart
was being played by a man whose
Moorish. fheatric face he knew-a man
he had flung from his path at Geneva,
when he stood with Jane Clermont by
the margin of the lake on the night he
and she had fed together. A man who
hated him.
Tbe clever effrontery Of the deception
showed how deep was that hatred. Cor
don understood now how Tita had
heard of his presence at the osteria be-
fore he had entered it. The farceur in
side did not know the man he imper-
sonated was in Ravenna tonight This,
then. was the only caravansary at
which the burlesque had been played
Nor were these tourists smirking IN the
taD-room. or listening Open-mouthed
outside to the clumsy farrago, the only
ones to return to England with clack-
ing tongues. This was how the London
Yapers had bristled with garbled inven-
1ionsf This scene was only a step in a
Consistent plan to blacken his name
anew throughout the highways Of con-
finental travelt
cultural whisper escaped his lips.
r would be another bar between him
and possession Of Allegra- And Te-
resa7 II these post-house tales reached
her ears. A crimson mist grew before
his eyes.
A more reckless and profane empha-
sis had come now to the carouser with
i- He had risen and approached the
porch window, Stimulating as he walked
an awkward limp.
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seemed to connect him in some occult.
uncanny way with the man OF whom,
every hour OF day and night. she
mused and dreamed. Thinking OF
this, and weighing her husbands
hatred. at first she hoped Gordon
would not return to Ravenna-
There had befallen another matter.
TOO, which seemed TO have absorbed
much Of the old Counts attention. and
which, TO her relief. took him from
the city for days at a time
Teresa knew what this matter was.
In every visit to her father he had
talked Of it triumphantly-the rising
or the Italian peoples and the break
Ing or the CALLING yoke of Austria
During this spring strange rurnors
had prevailed Twice, morning had
found placards posted on the city
walls: up with the republic!'' and
Down with the Pope!' The foreign
police were busy; houses were search
ed and more than one Ravennese was
seized under suspicion OF membership
In the Carbonari, whose mystic free
masonry had the secrets OF enrolling
bands and stores OF powder. KnowI-
edge Of the sycophant part her hus-
band was currently suspected OF play
ing came to Teresa bit by bit. IN side
long looks. as her carriage rolled
through the town and more definitely
DleW
strongest and Count GuiccioH trimmed
his sails accordingly.
But replete with it's one image, Tere-
sa's heart left small space to these
things Gordon'5 face flushed her whole
horizon And as the empty weeks link
ed on, she began. in spite Of her fears,
to long passionately to see him again
That her letter had reached it's destina-
ton she knew, for the Contessa Albrizzf
nQuCn6 FOR q vi Cd f,Q 49, -.
the casa-on her way to Rome. But no
word came from it's bearer. and each
day Tita returned from the Osteria
meSsageless.
She could not guess the struggle that
had torn Gordon-tEe struggle between
reasoning conscience and unreasonfne
desire-or how fiercely, the letter once
delivered by Fletcher. he had fought
down the longing to return to Ravenna,
which held his child. and her. He had
been able to aid her once. prompted
Desire: she might need him again. II
he stayed away in her trouble, what
would she deem him? Suppose BY
chance she should hear OF the orgy he
had witnessed at the Osteria? This re-
Election maddened him. Yet" Reason
answered, mot to see her Is the only
safety. She is unhappy now but can
Hbecause life is ended for me-to
bring her comfort, run the risk OF en-
bittering her life further?' So he had
argued
There came a week for Teresa when
Paolo was summoned TO Faenzi
whittier her husband had gone two
days before The espionage Of the casa,
relaxed, and on her birthday. with Tita
on the box, she drove alone through
the afternoon forest to the Bagnaca-
vallo convent with gift for the Moth
er Superior. the only mother her child
hood had known
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Sherlock Holmes movements were such
as to rivet our attention. He began
by taking clean white cloth from q
drawer and laying it over the table.
Then he placed his newly acquired
bust in the center Of the cloth. Final
ly he picked up his hunting crop and
struck Napoleon a sharp blow on the
top of the head. The figure broke into
fragments and Holmes bent eagerly
over the shattered remains. Next In
slant, with loud shout of triumph he
held up one splinter, in which a round,
dark object was fixed like plum in a
pudding.
Gentlemen" he cried, 'let me intro
duce you to the famous black pearl Of
the Borgias."
Lestrade and I sat silent for a mo-
ment and then, with a spontaneous
impulse, we both broke out clapping,
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him. He was riding from her, the one
woman he loved-to see her when and
where? Should he ever see her again? !?
She might have hope of relief in the
letter he carried, but who could tell
if ii would succeed? And in the mean
time she was alone, as she had been
alone before.
He rode on, his chin sunk on his
breast, scarcely observing a coach OF
six white horses that passed him,
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