"Signor Commendatore," he said in a low voice, as though fearing to be
overheard, "may I be permitted to speak in private with you?"
"Certainly," I said, and I took him in the lift up to my room.
"I have come to warn you, signore," he said, when I had given him a
seat. "Your enemies mean harm to you."
"And who are they, pray?" I asked, biting my lips. "The same, I suppose,
who prepared that ingenious trap in Lambeth?"
"I am not here to reveal to you who they are, signore, only to warn you
to have a care of yourself," was the Italian's reply.
"Look here, Olinto!" I exclaimed determinedly, "I've had enough of this
confounded mystery. Tell me the truth regarding the assassination of
your poor wife up in Scotland."
"Ah, signore!" he answered sadly in a changed voice, "I do not know. It
was a plot. Someone represented me--but he was killed also. They
believed they had struck me down," he added, with a bitter laugh. "Poor
Armida's body was found concealed behind a rock on the opposite side of
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