“Where.”
She looked into the darkness but saw nothing.
“Close to the house, signora.”
“But how do you know?”
“I heard the oars. The man in the boat was not rowing, but just as I began to sing he began to row. When I stopped singing he stopped rowing.”
“You didn’t see the boat?”
“No, signora. It carries no light.”
He looked at her mysteriously.
“It may be the contrabbandieri.”
“Smugglers?”