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"D'ye know wha'?" he mumbled in a maudlin voice. "Ole Vampire is a

villain! Ole John--'member ole John?--well, ole John heard his grandson,

the d'ective, say that if you go to the Coliseum to-morrow night...."

"I know all about it, Bruno. You may go to bed."

"Stop a minute, sir," said Bruno, with a melancholy smile. "You don't

unnerstand. They're going t' shoot you. See? Ole John--'member ole John?

Well, ole John...."

"I know, Bruno. But I'm going nevertheless."

Bruno fought with the vapour in his brain, and said: "You don' mean t'

say you inten' t' let yourself be a target...."

"That's what I do mean, Bruno."

Bruno burst into a loud laugh. "Well, I'll be ... wha' the devil.... But

you sha'n't go. I'll ... I'll see you damned first!"

"You're drunk, Bruno. Go and put yourself to bed."

The drink-deadened eyes flashed, and to grief succeeded rage. "Pu' mysel

t' bed! D'ye know wha' I'd like t' do t' you for t' nex' twenty-four

hours? I'd jus' like--yes, by Bacchus--I'd jus' like to punch you in t'

belly and put you t' bed."

And straightening himself up with drunken dignity, Bruno stalked out of

the room.

* * * * *

The Baron Bonelli in the Piazza Leone was rising from his late and

solitary dinner when Felice entered the shaded dining-room and handed

him a letter from Roma. It ran: "This is to let you know that I intend to be present at the

meeting in the Coliseum to-morrow night. Therefore, if any shots

are to be fired by the soldiers at the crowd or their leader, you

will know beforehand that they must also be fired at me."

As the Baron held the letter under the red shade of the lamp, the usual

immobility of his icy face gave way to a rapturous expression.

"The woman is magnificent! And worth fighting for to the bitter end."

Then, turning to Felice, he told the man to ring up the Commendatore

Angelelli and tell him to send for Minghelli without delay.

V

Next day began with heavy clouds lying low over the city, a cold wind

coming down from the mountains, and the rumbling of distant thunder.

Nevertheless the people who had come to Rome for the demonstration at

the Coliseum seemed to be in the streets the whole day long. From early

morning they gathered in the Piazza Navona, inquired for David Rossi,

stood by the fountains, and looked up at his windows.

As the day wore on the crowds increased.