Margherita Ginini was waiting at Blake's place of business when he arrived, after a night of sleepless worry. She, too, showed evidence of a painful vigil; her hand was shaking as she held out a copy of the morning paper, inquiring:
"What is the meaning of this?"
"It means we're no longer in Sicily," he said.
"You intend to—kill those men?"
"I fear something like that may occur. The question will be put up to the people, plainly."
She clutched the edge of his desk, staring at him with wide, tragic eyes.
"Your name heads the list. Did—you do this?"
"I am the chairman of that committee. I did my part."
"But the law declares them innocent," she gasped—"all but two, and they can be tried over again."
"The law!" He smiled bitterly. "Do you believe that?"