"Sure to, but there was no trial and nothing was known. They all changed their names, though."
"Why ... what...." said David Rossi in an unsteady voice.
"Why?" said Bruno. "Because they were all condemned in Italy, and the foreign countries were told to turn them out. But what am I talking about? You know all that better than I do, sir. Didn't your old friend go under a false name?"
"Very likely—I don't know," said David Rossi, in a voice that testified to jangled nerves.
"Did he ever tell you, sir?"
"I can't say that he ever.... Certainly the school of revolution has always had villains enough, and perhaps to prevent treachery...."
"You may say so! The devil has the run of the world, even in England. But I'm surprised your old friend, being like a father to you, didn't tell you—at the end anyway...."
"Perhaps he intended to—and then perhaps...."
David Rossi put his hand to his brow as if in pain and perplexity, and began again to walk backward and forward.
A screamer in the piazza below cried "Trib-un-a!" and Bruno said: