“And so you met Ruffo to-night?” he said.
Gaspare’s expression completely changed. Instead of the almost cruel watcher, he became the one who felt that he was watched.
“Si, Signore.”
“Just when the balloon went up?”
“Si, Signore. They were beside me in the crowd.”
“Was he alone with his mother?”
“Si, Signore. Quite alone.”
“Gaspare, I have seen Ruffo’s mother.”
Gaspare looked startled.
“Truly, Signore?”