"Where is your master?" demanded Sovrani.
"Eccellenza, he has gone to Naples!"
"When did he leave?"
"But two hours ago, Eccellenza!"
Prince Pietro held up the dagger-sheath he had just found.
"This—belongs—to—him—does it not?" he asked slowly, detaching his words with careful directness.
The man answered readily and at once.
"Yes, Eccellenza!"
Sovrani uttered a terrible oath.
"Let me pass!"