"I told you so," said Kalmon, looking at Marcello.
"Excuse me, but what did you tell the young gentleman?" asked Ercole suspiciously.
"That you would surely find out," Kalmon answered.
"I have found out many things," said Ercole gloomily.
His voice was very harsh just then, as if speaking so much had made him hoarse.
"He took some of his things away because he meant to spend the night in Rome," Kalmon said thoughtfully. "He means to leave to-morrow, perhaps by an early train. If we do not find him to-night, we shall not catch him in Rome at all."
"Surely," said Ercole, "but Rome is very big, and it is late."
CHAPTER XVIII
It was still raining when the three men left the villa, and the night was very dark, for the young moon had already set. The wind howled round San Pietro in Montorio and the Spanish Academy, and whistled through the branches of the plane-trees along the winding descent, and furiously tore the withering leaves. They struck Ercole's weather-beaten face as he sat beside the coachman with bent head, with his soft hat pulled down over his eyes, and the rain dripped from his coarse moustache. Kalmon and Marcello leaned as far back as they could, under the deep hood and behind the high leathern apron.