"You will not stay here, and let them arrest you!" cried Marietta anxiously.
"Your father left me here to take care of what belongs to him, and there is much that is valuable. I thank you very much for warning me, but I know what your brother means to do, and I shall not go away of my own accord. If he can have me taken off by force, he will come here alone and search the place. If he searches long enough, he may find what he wants."
"Is Paolo Godi's manuscript in this room?" asked Marietta quietly.
Zorzi stared at her in surprise.
"How did you know that your father left it with me?" he asked.
"He would not have entrusted it to any one else. That is natural. My brother wants it. Is that the reason why you will not escape? Or is there any other?"
"That is the principal reason," answered Zorzi. "Another is that there is valuable glass here, which your brother would take."
"Which he would steal," said Marietta bitterly. "But Pasquale can bury it in the garden after you are gone. The principal thing is the book. Give it to me. I will take care of it till my father comes back. Until then you must hide somewhere, for it is madness to stay here. Give me the book, and let me take it away at once."
"I cannot give it to you," Zorzi said, with a puzzled expression which Marietta did not understand.
"You do not trust me," she answered sadly.