"I suppose so. Speak."
The Captain waited no further invitation, but told the whole story from the beginning. Guarino thought upon it for a moment.
"He will come to-night?" he asked.
"Certain, Excellence."
"Then we have him. You have done well, Mosca—it was time, my friend, for you are an expensive hack to keep at grass. Now listen. Take Bellaroba away—command of the Contessa, of course. Take her to the little house in the Borgo. Make all fast, and return here in time for the steeple-jack. When you have him in the trap, run him through the body, raise the devil's uproar, and denounce him to the patrol. Do you understand me?"
"Perfectly, Excellence."
"Take my purse from the table and off with you then."
Captain Mosca bowed to the ground and backed out.