"Number 333, penal part. He used to occupy the next cell."
"Then you never saw his face?"
"No, but I heard his voice, and I could have sworn I knew it."
"Was it the voice of Charles Minghelli?"
"Charles Ming...."
"Time's up," said one of the warders at the door.
"Bruno," said Roma, rising, "I know that Charles Minghelli, who is now an agent of the police, has been in this prison in the disguise of a prisoner. I also know that after he was dismissed from the embassy in London he asked Mr. Rossi to assist him to assassinate the Prime Minister."
"Right about," cried the warder, and with a bewildered expression the prisoner turned to go. Roma followed him through the open courtyard, and until he reached the iron gate he did not lift his head. Then he faced round with eyes full of tears, but full of fire as well, and raising one arm he cried in a resolute voice:
"All right, sister! Leave it to me, damn me! I'll see it through."
The private visiting-room had one disadvantage. Every word that passed was repeated to the Director. Later the same day the Director wrote to the Royal Commissioner: