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"Disappeared!" I echoed. "And have you not made any report to the
police?"
"No."
"Why not?"
"For reasons known only to myself I did not wish the police to pry into
my private affairs."
"I know. Because you were once convicted at Lucca of using a knife--eh?
I recollect quite well that affair--a love affair, was it not?"
"Yes, Signor Commendatore. But I was a youth then--a mere boy."
"Then tell me the circumstances In which Armida has disappeared," I
urged, for I saw quite plainly that his sudden meeting with me had upset
him, and that he was trying to hold back from me some story which he was
bursting to tell.
"Well, signore," he said at last in a low tone of confidence, "I don't
like to trouble you with my private affairs after those untruths I told
you when we last met."
"Go on," I said. "Tell me the truth."
After the exciting incidents of our last meeting, I was half inclined
to doubt him.
"The truth is, Signor Commendatore, that my wife has mysteriously
disappeared.


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