“I wish not to know all this,” answered Randal, quickly; “you will instruct Madame di Negra where to take Violante.—my task limits itself to the fair inventions that belong to intellect; what belongs to force is not in my province. I will go at once to your sister, whom I think I can influence more effectually than you can; though later I may give you a hint to guard against the chance of her remorse. Meanwhile as, the moment Violante disappears, suspicion would fall upon you, show yourself constantly in public surrounded by your friends. Be able to account for every hour of your time—”
“An alibi?” interrupted the ci-devant solicitor.
“Exactly so, Baron. Complete the purchase of the vessel, and let the count man it as he proposes. I will communicate with you both as soon as I can put you into action. To-day I shall have much to do; it will be done.”
As Randal left the room, Levy followed him.
“What you propose to do will be well done, no doubt,” quoth the usurer, linking his arm in Randal’s; “but take care that you don’t get yourself into a scrape, so as to damage your character. I have great hopes of you in public life; and in public life character is necessary,—that is, so far as honour is concerned.”
“I damage my character!—and for a Count Peschiera!” said Randal, opening his eyes. “I! What do you take me for?”
The baron let go his hold.
“This boy ought to rise very high,” said he to himself, as he turned back to the count.