Exalted in the light of his imaginary future, he seemed to forget everything else—his crime, his work, his people.
"Is she at home still?"
"She is only a few paces from this place, my son."
"Only a few paces! Oh, let me not lose a moment more. Where is she?"
"In the Castle of St. Angelo," said the Pope.
A dark cloud crossed Rossi's beaming face and his mouth opened as if to emit a startling cry.
"In ... in prison?"
The Pope bowed.
"What for?"
"The assassination of the Minister."