“Not if it chanced to be against his interests to be seen in Rome. Remember he is well-known there.”
“So you think he got off the train here instead of going on to the capital?”
“Yes. To see the girl Velia who came here to-night—to meet him and the others.”
“The others?” she repeated inquiringly.
“Yes—‘The Thrush’ and the others.”
“To form a plot against the Englishman?” she gasped.
“Exactly, signorina. The Signor Waldron should be warned at once. Will you do so—or shall I send him an anonymous letter?”
“I will see him to-morrow; but—but what can I say without exposing the truth. Come, Signor Pietro, you are a good one at inventing stories.”
“Tell him the truth, signorina.”
“No,” she said, “that is impossible. I—I could never do that. I have reasons for concealing it—strong reasons.”