She turned to Gustavo; her tone was reassuring.
“In the morning we’ll get some American war-ships to bombard the jail.”
“Signorina, you joke!” His tone was reproachful.
She suddenly looked anxious.
“Gustavo, is the jail strong?”
“Ver’ strong, signorina.”
“He can’t escape and get over into Austria? We are very near the frontier, you know.”
“No, signorina, it is impossible.” He shook his head hopelessly.
Constance laughed and slipped her hand through her father’s arm.
“Come, Dad. The first thing in the morning we’ll go down to the jail and cheer him up. There’s not the slightest use in worrying any more tonight. It won’t hurt Tony to be kept in—er—cold storage for a few hours—I think on the whole it will do him good!”