"What is this?" said the delegate, taking the manifesto out of Rossi's fingers, and proceeding to read it.
At that moment the editor-elect came rushing into the room with a face like the rising sun.
"I demand to see a list of the things sequestered," he cried.
"You shall do so at the police-office," said the inspector.
"Does that mean that we are all arrested?"
"Not all. The Honourable Rossi, being a Deputy, is at liberty to leave."
"Thought as much," said the new editor, with a contemptuous snort. And turning to Rossi, and showing his teeth in a bitter smile, he said: "What did I say would happen? Has it followed quickly enough to satisfy you?"
The inspector and the delegate opened the editors' desks and were rummaging among their papers when David Rossi put on his hat and went home.
At the door of the lodge the old Garibaldian was waiting in obvious excitement.
"Old John has been here, sir," he said. "Something to tell you. Wouldn't tell me. But Bruno got it out of him at last. Must be something serious, for the big booby has been drinking ever since. Hear him in the café, sir. I'll send him up."