"It is the child of Donna Roma's man, Bruno Rocco, and apparently...."
A choking cry rang through the room. Was it herself who made it?
"Go on, Commendatore. Apparently...."
"The child was dressed in some carnival costume, and apparently he was on his way to this house."
Roma's dizziness increased, and to save herself from falling she caught at a side-table that stood under the bust.
On this table were some sculptor's tools—a chisel and a small mallet, with which she had been working.
There was an interval in which the voices were deadened and confused. Then they became clear and sharp as before.
"But the most important fact you have not yet given me. I trust you are only saving it up for the last. The Deputy Rossi is arrested?"
"Unfortunately ... Excellency...."
"No?"