"Somebody else came afterwards."
"Somebody else?"
"A friend."
"A ... friend?"
She hesitated for a moment, and then put her hand into her breast and drew out the warrant.
"This one," she said, in a voice that was scarcely audible.
The Pope took the paper, and it rustled as he opened it. There was no other sound in the prison cell except the rasping noise of his rapid breathing.
"David Leone! You don't mean to say—to imply...."
The Pope's eyes wandered vaguely around, but they came back to the face at his feet, and he said:
"No, no! You cannot mean that, my child. Tell me I have misunderstood you and come to a wrong conclusion."