‘I ought to know your voice.’
‘I told you that I am known to you.’
‘Then why in the name of the furies do you not show me your face?’
‘I will, gossip; but, first of all, a few words. You received two visitors last night?’
‘Eh!’ said the old man, giving a start.
‘I say you received two visitors last night—two women.’
Tucca kept his hand upon the handle of a knife stuck in his girdle, and he eyed his questioner keenly in silence for a moment, as if to think twice before he spoke.
‘Well?’ said the other sharply.
‘It’s none of your business whether I did or whether I did not—I’ll not tell you.’
‘You will have to tell me more than that—look, old man!’