"But look here, Count, I——"
"Pardon me a moment. I had studied Faversham for years. For reasons of my own, I wanted him to do certain things."
Mr. Brown sat quietly, watching the Count, who ceased speaking suddenly, and seemed to be staring into vacancy.
"Did you ever read a book by a man named John Bunyan, called The Holy War?" he asked, with seeming irrelevance.
Mr. Brown laughed. "Years ago, when I was a boy," he replied.
"A wonderful book, my friend. I have read it many times."
"You read it many times! Why, what interest could such a book have for you?"
"A very deep interest," and there was a curious intonation in his voice.
"What interest?" asked Mr. Brown.
The Count rose to his feet and knocked some ash from the end of his cigar. "Corpo di Bacco!" he cried. "Did not the man get deep? The city of Mansoul! And the Devil wanted to get it. So he studied the fortifications. Eyegate, nosegate, touchgate, eargate he saw, he understood!"