“And—not to answer them? So I have heard; but these questions are put by officials who are investigating your case and whose duty is to use your answers as evidence.”
“And th-those of Your Eminence?” There was a covert insult in the tone more than in the words, and the Cardinal understood it at once; but his face did not lose its grave sweetness of expression.
“Mine,” he said, “whether you answer them or not, will remain between you and me. If they should trench upon your political secrets, of course you will not answer. Otherwise, though we are complete strangers to each other, I hope that you will do so, as a personal favour to me.”
“I am ent-t-tirely at the service of Your Eminence.” He said it with a little bow, and a face that would have taken the heart to ask favours out of the daughters of the horse-leech.
“First, then, you are said to have been smuggling firearms into this district. What are they wanted for?”
“T-t-to k-k-kill rats with.”
“That is a terrible answer. Are all your fellow-men rats in your eyes if they cannot think as you do?”
“S-s-some of them.”
Montanelli leaned back in his chair and looked at him in silence for a little while.
“What is that on your hand?” he asked suddenly.