“True; and true also that we may not have to deal with her at all. She has, as you know, incurred the vengeance of this brotherhood, and it may be less troublesome to leave her to them.”
“Thank God, she is as safe from them as from you.”
“Yes, but not more so. You left a paper in your coat which the servant found and handed to me. You had scribbled on it two or three words which I thought might have reference to her—about a small red-brick house in the north-east corner of the Square of San Sophia. I followed up that clue, and by this time the information we gained is in the hands of the brotherhood. They will know how——”
“Stop, for God’s sake, stop,” I said hoarsely, jumping to my feet in horror. “I can bear no more. If you say another word, I swear to God I shall find it in me to kill you where you sit.”
Chapter XX—A DEATH TRAP
THE Prince had nerves of steel, and met my threatening look with a calm and steady gaze, absolutely unmoved by my passionate outbreak.
“You had better calm yourself, M. Denver. It will not help the case of an accused murderer to attempt my life, and such an attempt must fail, as a single cry from me will bring in the men at the door.”
“Get out of the room then,” I cried bluntly, “lest the passion to choke the life out of you passes control.” I flung myself back in my chair.