"If you will tell me----"
Another long moment of silence. And then:
"I've told you that my need is great. When I also tell you that I am no priest but a fugitive from the police, you will understand. I was one of those who were at the meeting of the Socialists in the Hall in the Schwaiger Strasse----"
"You!"
"One of its leaders. In the confusion I managed to escape, and with the aid of a friend procured these robes. But I am in danger even now, and must avoid public places--which are, of course, subject to frequent inspection."
"What is your name?"
"That need not matter. If you are a Socialist--a Revolutionary Socialist, we are brothers, and I am in need of a place to rest safely."
Markov's voice fell a note as he replied:
"That puts a different color to the matter. I can help you--yes--if I know that what you tell me is true." Fra Umberto suddenly came to a halt--"How should I know," Markov said, "that you are what you claim--that you are not a member of the secret police of the Empire?"
Tanya heard Hochwald's laugh.