“Then I m-must go myself.”
She leaned back in her chair and looked at him with a little frown.
“No, that won't do; it's too risky.”
“It will have to do if we can't f-f-find any other way out of the difficulty.”
“Then we must find another way, that's all. It's out of the question for you to go again just now.”
An obstinate line appeared at the corners of his under lip.
“I d-don't see that it's out of the question.”
“You will see if you think about the thing calmly for a minute. It is only five weeks since you got back; the police are on the scent about that pilgrim business, and scouring the country to find a clue. Yes, I know you are clever at disguises; but remember what a lot of people saw you, both as Diego and as the countryman; and you can't disguise your lameness or the scar on your face.”
“There are p-plenty of lame people in the world.”
“Yes, but there are not plenty of people in the Romagna with a lame foot and a sabre-cut across the cheek and a left arm injured like yours, and the combination of blue eyes with such dark colouring.”